I Really Am A Believer That 99.99%

...one Of Those Very Bad Men That Not Even Postmodernism Can Explain Away.

What Else She Doesn't Know: That The Man Next To Her Would End Up Being Her Husband And The Father Of Her Two Children, That After Two Years Together He Would Leave Her, Her Third And Final Heartbreak, And She Would Never Love Again.

As An Artist You're On A Journey Of Discovery And Sometimes That Journey Takes A Long Time, Doesn't Subscribe To [a] Train Schedule, To The Punch-clock. And I Need To Read A Lot To Make My Pages Happen.

My African Roots Made Me What I Am Today. They're The Reason I Exist At All.

We All Have A Blind Spot And It's Shaped Exactly Like Us.