Just A Reminder, If You Tell Anyone

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

There's Not Even Room Enough To Be Anywhere/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.../i Was Born Here And I'll Die Here Against My Will/i Know It Looks Like I'm Moving, But I'm Standing Still.

The Best Songs Are The Songs You Write That You Don't Know Anything About. They're An Escape.

Through The Mad Mystic Hammering Of The Wild Ripping Hail The Sky Cracked Its Poems In Naked Wonder

The Only Thing I Knew How To Do Was To Keep On Keeping On