Hail Brother, The Distant Thunder Is Nothing

Life Isn't Some Vertical Or Horizontal Line -- You Have Your Own Interior World, And It's Not Neat.

Wisdom Was A Teapot, Pouring From Above. Desolation Angels, Served It Up With Love.

I Know Fashion Is A Material Thing, But We Live In A Material World And I Love Clothes.

I Have Vague Memories, Like Impressions On Glass Plates.

Put Down Your Cell Phones, Put Everything Away, And Feel Your Blood Pulsing In You, Feel Your Creative Impulse, Feel Your Own Spirit, Your Heart, Your Mind. Feel The Joy Of Being Alive And Free.