I'm Planning A Catastrophe.

If I Knew Where The Good Songs Came From, I’d Go There More Often. It’s A Mysterious Condition. It’s Much Like The Life Of A Catholic Nun. You’re Married To A Mystery.

Rust Rust Rust In The Engines Of Love And Time.

Ah, Grief Makes Us Precise!

It's Easy To Look Down From The Summit You've Reached, Or Even The Summit I've Reached, And Talk About The Responsibilities Of The Artist, But Most People Are Just Trying To Get Their Foot In The Door And Make A Living.

In The Broken Places, The Light Shines Through.