Shameless: Punish Me For My Desire If

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

Spontaneity Comes After Skill, Not Before.

As I Review My Life, I Feel I Must Have Missed The Point, Either Then Or Now.

Somehow The Body Keeps Life Going Despite The Ravaging Negations Of The Mind.

Dogs Often Remind Us Of The Human, Ail-too Human. Cats, Never.