I'll Tell You About It Because I

The Time Is Right To Mix Sentences With Dirt And The Sun With Punctuation And Rain With Verbs.

The Bookstore Was A Parking Lot For Used Graveyards. Thousands Of Graveyards Were Parked In Rows Like Cars. Most Of The Books Were Out Of Print, And No One Wanted To Read Them Any More And The People Who Had Read The Books Had Died Or Forgotten About Them, But Through The Organic Process Of Music The Books Had Become Virgins Again.

I Have Always Wanted To Write A Book That Ended With The Word 'mayonnaise.

One Day Time Will Die And Love Will Bury It

I Daydream About A High School Where Everybody Plays The Harmonica: The Students, The Teachers, The Principal, The Janitor And The Cook In The Cafeteria.