God Must Have Something To Do With

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.

During The 'ballad' Years For Me, The Politics Was Latent; I Was Just Falling In Love With The Ballads And My Boyfriend. And There Was The Beauty Of The Songs.

Action Is The Antidote To Despair.

I Have Hope In People, In Individuals. Because You Don't Know What's Going To Rise From The Ruins.

If You Swing Both Ways, You Really Swing. I Just Figure You Double Your Pleasure.