Everytime You Read, You Are Walking Among

It Was Only When We Were In That Bed, High Above The World - Then I Thought The Birds Could Have Been Circling Around Our Bodies Circled Around Each Other - That We Made Our World Totally Separated From Everything Else. It Was The Only Way We Could Be Together.

The Whole World Is Men's Bloody Fantasies.

I Might Be Writing What People Expect Me To Write, Writing From That Place Where I Might Be Ruled By Economic Considerations. To Overcome That, I Started Working With My Dreams, Because Im Not So Censored When I Use Dream Material.

After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

But : We're Still Human. Human Because We Keep On Battling Against All These Horrors, The Horrors Caused And Not Caused By Us. We Battle Not In Order To Stay Alive, That Would Be Too Materalistic, For We Are Body And Spirit, But In Order To Love Each Other.