Gospel Singing ... Is The Rawest, Sweetest,

Flies Die In So Many Lonely Places. -roberta Rohbeson

As I Enter The Small Intestine I Get Squeezed By Muscles. Its Dark And The Walls Look Like Slimey Crushed Velvet Theres Pancreas Juice On Me Help Me I Am Disintigrating.

I Run A Tight Ship, But I Try And Make It Seem Like I'm Not Doing That At All.

I Think Of Images As An Immune System And A Transit System.

Playing And Fun Are Not The Same Thing, Though When We Grow Up We May Forget That And Find Ourselves Mixing Up Playing With Happiness. There Can Be A Kind Of Amnesia About The Seriousness Of Playing, Especially When We Played By Ourselves.