He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears

The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In The Ground And Look To The Live Ones.

When You Love Someone It Is Forever, Or It Was Never Really Love At All.

We Made Love. How Pedestrian The Words Look-trite, Worn, Practically Featureless With Use-but How Can One Better Describe That Which Happens When It Happens? That Creation? That Magic Blending? I Might Say We Became Figures In A Mesmerized Dance Before The Rocking Talisman Of The Moon, Starting Slow, So Slow... A Pair Of Feathers Drifting Through Clear Liquid Substance Of Sky... Gradually Accelerating, Faster And Faster And Finally Into Photon Existence Of Pure Light... As My Whole Straining Body Burst Like Fluid Electricity Into Hers.

When Shakespeare Was Writing, He Wasn't Writing For Stuff To Lie On The Page; It Was Supposed To Get Up And Move Around.

You've Got To Get Out And Pray To The Sky To Appreciate The Sunshine; Otherwise You're Just A Lizard Standing There With The Sun Shining On You.