In These Silences Something May Rise

The Loss Of Memory Isn't Always The Problem; Sometimes--maybe Even Often--it's The Solution.

...maybe The World Needs A Cadre Of Smartasses To Liven Things Up, Who Knows?

Hearts Can Break. Yes, Hearts Can Break. Sometimes I Think It Would Be Better If We Died When They Did, But We Don't.

They Were Trying To Run, Trying To Hide. But The Rock Would Not Hide Them; The Dead Tree Gave No Shelter.

I Get Inspiration, A Lot Of Times, From Very Commonplace Things That Just Strike A Chord And Develop Themselves In The Subconscious.