Four Corners, not a soul in sight. 
We’ve got the Neutron Bomb.

Four Corners, not a soul in sight. 

We’ve got the Neutron Bomb.


Wish you were here.

Wish you were here.


Mars.

Mars.


Nothing but blue skies.

Nothing but blue skies.


Way Out West

Way Out West


J. says that if I write again, my powers will come back.

J. says that if I write again, my powers will come back.


The F Card.

The F Card.


Q
when?
A

I know. I know.  sorry.


SUGAR, DADDY?


…and it’s crowded and cold,
in my secret life.
Leonard Cohen