Like A Lot Of Inwardly Drawn Young

I Don't Mean To Be Arrogant And I Really Appreciate My Fans But Talking About What I Am Doing Is Not Something I'm Good At. I Do What I Do And That's It. I Want To Get Back To My Work And Do More Of It Instead Of Talking About It.

When She Comes She Pulls You Close She Breathes In Short Bursts Her Eyes Close Her Head Tilts Back Her Mouth Opens Slightly Her Thighs Turn To Steel, And Then Melt She Is Perfect And You Feel Like You Are Everything.

Sometimes It Seems The Harder You Try To Hold Onto Something Or Someone The More It Wants To Get Away. You Feel Like Some Kind Of Criminal For Having Felt, For Having Wanted. For Having Wanted To Be Wanted. It Confuses You Because You Think That Your Feelings Were Wrong And It Makes You Feel So Small Because It’s So Hard To Keep It Inside When You Let It Out And It Doesn’t Come Back. You’re Left So Alone That You Can’t Explain.

Sitting In A Room, Alone, Listening To A Cd Is To Be Lonely. Sitting In A Room Alone With An Lp Crackling Away, Or Sitting Next To The Turntable Listening To A Song At A Time Via 7-inch Single Is Enjoying The Sublime State Of Solitude.

There Is Not One Single Police Officer In America That I Am Not Afraid Of And Not One That I Would Trust To Tell The Truth Or Obey The Laws They Are Sworn To Uphold. I Do Not Believe They Protect Me In Any Way.