Life Is Life, And Kind Is Kind

Sure Baby, Mañana. It Was Always Mañana. For The Next Few Weeks That Was All I Heard––mañana A Lovely Word And One That Probably Means Heaven.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.

Prison Is Where You Promise Yourself The Right To Live.

It's Only Through Form That We Can Realize Emptiness

But I Remember Seeing A Mess Of Leaves Suddenly Go Skittering In The Wind And Into The Creek, Then Floating Rapidly Down The Creek Towards The Sea, Making Me Feel A Nameless Horror Even Then Of 'oh My God, We're All Being Swept Away To Sea No Matter What We Know Or Say Or Do