When Love Is Gone, There's Always Justice.

If You're A Young Artist, Wondering What To Call Yourself, Consider 'multimedia Artist.' It's So Vague. Then, No One Can Say, 'hey, How Come You're A Jazz Person, And You're Making A Pop Opera?

All Of Nature Talks To Me - If I Could Just Figure Out What It's Saying - Trees Are Swinging In The Breeze. They're Talking To Me. Insects Are Rubbing Their Legs Together. They're All Talking. They're Talking To Me.

People Only Stutter At The Beginning Of The Word. They're Not Afraid When They Get To The End Of The Word. There's Just Regret.

I Really Like Books That You Can Kind Of Hear As Much As Think About, That Are So Graphic And Visual.

Long Live The Beauty That Comes Down And Through And Onto All Of Us.