We Are What We Do, Especially What

The Church Says: The Body Is A Sin. Science Says: The Body Is A Machine. Advertising Says: The Body Is A Business. The Body Says: I Am A Fiesta.

Poets And Beggars, Musicians And Prophets, Warriors And Scoundrels, All Creatures Of That Unbridled Reality, We Have Had To Ask But Little Of Our Imagination, For Our Crucial Problem Has Been A Lack Of Conventional Means To Render Our Lives Believable. This, My Friends, Is The Crux Of Our Solitude.

The Human Rainbow Had Been Mutilated By Machismo, Racism, Militarism And A Lot Of Other Isms, Who Have Been Terribly Killing Our Greatness, Our Possible Greatness, Our Possible Beauty.

We Are All Mortal Until The First Kiss And The Second Glass Of Wine.

A Pretty Move, For The Love Of God.