I Dreamed About You Baby. It Was

I Always Considered Myself A Minor Writer. My Province Is Small, And I Try To Explore It Very, Very Thoroughly.

You Have To Keep Cracking Yourself Open Or You Become A Parody Of Yourself.

Lift Me Like An Olive Branch And Be My Homeward Dove Dance Me To The End Of Love.

Be With Me In The Phases Of My Work Because My Brain Feels Like It Has Been Whipped And I Yearn To Make A Small Perfect Thing Which Will Live In Your Morning Like Curious Static Through A President's Elegy Or A Nude Hunchback Acquiring A Tan On The Crowded Oily Beach.

You Are Locked Into Your Suffering And Your Pleasures Are The Seal.