One Of The Things I Have Become

One Of The Things That Fascinates Me Is The Music Of Speech.

I Don't Know That I Could Really Define Love. I Can't . . . Again, It's Like Trying To Define What This Creative Force Is. It's Beyond My Ability To Really Define. If I Can Define It, Then It's Not It. We're Right Back To That Thing Again.

...and The Night Was Comfortably Warm As The Soft Filtered Light Continued To Push The Darkness Into The Shadows As They Held Each Other And Kissed And Pushed Each Others Darkness Into The Corner, Believing In Each Others Light, Each Others Dream.

Being An Artist Doesn’t Take Much, Just Everything You Got. Which Means, Of Course, That As The Process Is Giving You Life, It Is Also Bringing You Closer To Death. But It’s No Big Deal. They Are One In The Same And Cannot Be Avoided Or Denied. So When I Totally Embrace This Process, This Life/death, And Abandon Myself To It, I Transcend All This Meaningless Gibberish And Hang Out With The Gods. It Seems To Me That That Is Worth The Price Of Admission.

I Don't Know How To Make The Critics Happy!