Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways

Listen, Real Poetry Doesn't Say Anything; It Just Ticks Off The Possibilities. Opens All Doors. You Can Walk Through Anyone That Suits You.

We Have Assembled Inside This Ancient / And Insane Theatre / To Propagate Our Lust For Life / And Flee The Swarming Wisdom / Of The Streets

...most Of The Press Were Vultures Descending On The Scene For Curious America Aplomb. Cameras Inside The Coffin Interviewing Worms.

My Great Joy Is To Give Form To Reality. Music Is A Great Release, A Great Enjoyment To Me. Eventually I'd Like To Write Something Of Great Importance. That's My Ambition - To Write Something Worthwhile.

Being Drunk Is A Good Disguise. I Drink So I Can Talk To Assholes. This Includes Me.