Jesus Died For Somebody's Sins But Not

I Longed To Read Everything I Possibly Could, And The Things I Read In Turn Produced New Yearnings.

My Sunglasses Are Like My Guitar.

I've Always Thrived On The Encouragement Of Others.

I Love To Photograph The Tools Of One's Trade: Duncan Grant's Paintbrushes, The Typewriter Of Herman Hesse, Or Even My Own Guitar, A 1957 Fender Duo-sonic.

I Remember When You Were Born, It Was Dawn And The Storm Settled Near My Belly. And I Rolled In The Grass And Spit Out The Gas, And I Lit A Match And The Void Went Flash. And The Sky Split And The Planets Hit, Balls Of Jade Dropped And Existence Stopped.