I Am Myself. That Is Not Enough.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All. I've Got To Go Down Deep, To Fall Into People, To Really Know Them.

I Like People, But To Learn About One Individual Always Appeals To Me More Than Anything.

Is Anyone Anywhere Happy?

Feel Oddly Barren. My Sickness Is When Words Draw In Their Horns And The Physical World Refuses To Be Ordered, Recreated, Arranged And Selected. I Am A Victim Of It Then, Not A Master.

I Am So Hungry For A Big Smashing Creative Burgeoning Burdened Love.