I Get Lost, Sometimes. Days Pass And

Artists Everywhere Steal Mercilessly All The Time And I Think This Is Healthy.

I Hold The Line, The Line Of Strength That Pulls Me From The Fear.

Whistling Tunes We're Kissing Baboons In The Jungle.

The Earthly Power Sucks Shadowed Milk From Sleepy Tears Undone, From Nippled Skin As Smooth As Silk The Bugles Blown As One.

I Think It Is The Weak And The Young And The Minorities That You Need To Look After To Get A Healthy Creative Environment - To Get A Lot Of Choices, A Lot Of Different Styles Of Music, A Lot Experimental Stuff That Everyone Else Feeds Off.