The Gold Rush

Thoughts about life and death bore me to the grave. But whenever I forget the profound I become selfish and impersonal and I don't like that either. Can I concentrate for a minute please, Don Cherry: your voice gets inside my head. Turn down the volume or I think my ears might fall off. An interesting strategy, but I'm not sure if it will pay off later in the game...

I can dance if I want to. Charlie Chaplin did.

If I can make you see tawny burlap curtains, white walls,

if you can smell apple cores decomposing...

I am the greatest poet in the world.