What Came Is Gone Forever Every Time

You Can't Photograph Everything.

This Is The Same Notion - Catholic Exorcism, Psychotherapy, Shamanistic Practices - Getting To The Moment When Whatever It Was Gained Access. And Also To The Name Of The Spirit. Just To Know That It's The Ugly Spirit. That's A Great Step. Because The Spirit Doesn't Want Its Name To Be Known.

None Of Us Understand What We're Doing, But We Do Beautiful Things Anyway.

Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As I Lay My Body Down Between The Ache Of Breath And Breath, Golden Slumber In The Bone.

I Think It Was When I Ran Into Kerouac And Burroughs - When I Was 17 - That I Realized I Was Talking Through An Empty Skull... I Wasn't Thinking My Own Thoughts Or Saying My Own Thoughts.