Words Are Just Rules And Regulations To

My Father Was A Dreamy Fellow - He Read Plato And Socrates And Watched Phillies Games.

You Can't Carve Up The World. It's Not A Pie.

I Think Its Very Important To Not Be Afraid To Experience Joy In The Middle Of Sorrow.

My Small Torrent Of Words Dissipated Into An Elaborate Sense Of Expanding And Receding. It Was My Entrance Into The Radiance Of Imagination. This Process Was Especially Magnified Within The Fevers Of Influenza, Measles, Chickenpox, And Mumps. I Got Them All And With Each I Was Privileged With A New Level Of Awareness. Lying Deep Within Myself, The Symmetry Of A Snowflake Spinning Above Me, Intensifying Through My Lids, I Seized A Most Worthy Souvenir, A Shard Of Heaven’s Kaleidoscope.

I Immersed Myself In Books And Rock 'n' Roll, The Adolescent Salvation.