I Suddenly Began To Realize That Everybody

Great Things Are Not Accomplished By Those Who Yield To Trends And Fads And Popular Opinion.

To The Children And The Innocent It's All The Same.

Soon It Got Dusk, A Grapy Dusk, A Purple Dusk Over Tangerine Groves And Long Melon Fields; The Sun The Color Of Pressed Grapes, Slashed With Burgandy Red, The Fields The Color Of Love And Spanish Mysteries.

So Long And Take It Easy, Because If You Start Taking Things Seriously, It Is The End Of You.

I Want To Work In Revelations, Not Just Spin Silly Tales For Money. I Want To Fish As Deep Down As Possible Into My Own Subconscious In The Belief That Once That Far Down, Everyone Will Understand Because They Are The Same That Far Down.