Yes I graduated from high school. Welfare. Temporary work, please. What is my problem? I want to eat.

Music stays in the air. / It travels at the speed of breath / at the sound of light. / It is never not heard. / It can wait centuries if it has to.

Survival is a four letter word.

The house has to be clean and in order because I have to be able to sift through the creative disorder in my mind. The mental disorder that I'm exploring has to bounce off the walls. It has to go in and out of different rooms. If the room is not in order, then I can't distinguish which is which, and that really drives me crazy.

Yes I graduated from high school. Welfare. Temporary work, please. What is my problem? I want to eat.

Pain can be washed out with a song. / Pain can become jazz digested and transformed.

Writers are spies. Outsiders. Believers in the turning pages.