People Are Strange When You're A Stranger.

We Hide Ourselves In Our Music To Reveal Ourselves

The World We Suggest Is A New Wild West. A Sensuous Evil World. Strange And Haunting, The Path Of The Sun.

I Wonder Why People Like To Believe I'm High All The Time. I Guess . . . Maybe They Think Someone Else Can Take Their Trip For Them.

If My Poetry Aims To Achieve Anything, It's To Deliver People From The Limited Ways In Which They See And Feel.

Where's Your Will To Be Weird?