Potential Has A Shelf Life.

But Maybe Boredom Is Erotic, When Women Do It, For Men.

You Fit Into Me Like A Hook Into An Eye A Fish Hook An Open Eye

The Road To Death Is A Lonely Highway, And Longer Than It Apears, Even When It Leads Straight Down From The Scaffold, By Way Of A Rope; And It's A Dark Road, With Never Any Moon Shining On It, To Light Your Way.

Art Happens. It Happens When You Have The Craft And The Vocation And Are Waiting For Something Else, Something Extra, Or Maybe Not Waiting; In Any Case It Happens. It's The Extra Rabbit Coming Out Of The Hat, The One You Didn't Put There.

Never Pray For Justice, Because You Might Get Some.