Most Of The Time, Feelings Just Seem

Most Screen Violence Is Tedious.

I'm Very Happy To Hear That My Work Inspires Writers And Painters. It's The Most Beautiful Compliment, The Greatest Reward. Art Should Always Be An Exchange.

Polly Jean, I Love You. I Love The Texture Of Your Skin, The Taste Of Your Saliva, The Softness Of Your Ears. I Love Every Inch And Every Part Of Your Entire Body. From Your Toes And The Beautifully Curved Arches Of Your Feet, To The Exceptional Shade And Warmth Of Your Dark Hair. I Need You In My Life, I Hope You Need Me Too.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

Said 2,000 Years Of Christian History, Baby And You Ain't Learned To Love Me Yet?