Dreams Are Manifestations Of Identities.

We Get On The Bandwagon In All Sorts Of Ways - You Know Minor Ways And Major Ways - Like What You've Just Encountered Which Isn't Censorship Exactly, It Was Something Sort Of Uglier In A Way.

There Are Times When The Law Jeopardizes Those Who Obey It.

And I'm Working At Trying To Find A Kind Of Language Where I Won't Be So Easily Modulated By Expectation.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

The More Rapidly The Water Moves, The Lighter It Seems.