Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations. - Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day."

"I am awaitingperpetually and forevera renaissance of wonder"

"Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace'One grand boulevard with treeswith one grand cafe in sunwith strong black coffee in very small cups.One not necessarily very beautifulman or woman who loves you.One fine day."

"If you're too open-minded; your brains will fall out."

"I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say 'whom I amconstantly shocking"