When A Glass Sits On A Table

I'm Quite Aware Of My Differences. I Wouldn't Classify Them As Weird

Imagination Is The Politics Of Dreams; Imagination Turns Every Word Into A Bottle Rocket. . . . Imagine Every Day Is Independence Day And Save Us From Traveling The River Changed; Save Us From Hitchhiking The Long Road Home. Imagine An Escape. Imagine That Your Own Shadow On The Wall Is A Perfect Door. Imagine A Song Stronger Than Penicillin. Imagine A Spring With Water That Mends Broken Bones. Imagine A Drum Which Wraps Itself Around Your Heart. Imagine A Story That Puts Wood In The Fireplace.

When You're Depressed, You Know, It's Like The World Has Ended. Even Getting Out Of Bed Takes The Most Massive Amount Of Effort. But When You're Manic, Oh, It's So Addicting. You Know, I Have Finished Novels In Two Weeks In Manic Stages.

When You Resort To Violence To Prove A Point, You’ve Just Experienced A Profound Failure Of Imagination.

Poetry = Anger X Imagination