I Sell Dreams, Small Comforts, Sweet Harmless

Anything Based On Ancient Texts Is Difficult For A Modern Reader To Get Their Head Around.

I Think Everybody Has A Secret Life.

That Wind. I See It's Blowing Now. Furtive But Commanding, It Has Dictated Every Move We've Ever Made. My Mother Felt It, And So Do I - Even Here, Even Now - As It Sweeps Us Like Leaves Into His Backseat Corner, Dancing Us To Shreds Against The Stones. V'la L'bon Vent, V'a L'joli Vent. I Though We'd Silenced It For Good. But The Smallest Thing Can Wake The Wind@ A Word, A Sign, Even A Death. There's No Such Thing As A Trivial Thing. Everything Costs; It All Adds Up Until Finally The Balance Shifts And We're Gone Again, Back On The Road, Telling Ourselves - Well Maybe Next Time

Clones Fit In. Freaks Stand Out. Ask Me Which One I Prefer.

A Little Tantrum In Real Life Seems So Much Bigger Online.