I Heard Words And Words Full Of

God Give You Pardon From Gratitude And Other Mild Forms Of Servitude.

No Matter How Wild Reality Was Obviously Often Being, It Was An Absolutely Secure Place, As A Tone And Intelligence, And A Thing Happening.

O Love, Where Are You Leading Me Now?

Writing Is The Same As Music. It’s In How You Phrase It, How You Hold Back The Note, Bend It, Shape It, Then Release It. And What You Don’t Play Is As Important As What You Do Say.

My Nature Is A Quagmire Of Unresolved Confessions.