Too much of nothing, it just makes a fellow mean.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.

I'm determined to stand whether God will deliver me or not.

People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young. Back then I guess most of my influences could be thought of as eccentric. Mass media had no overwhelming reach so I was drawn to the traveling performers passing through.

I didn't come out of a cereal box.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides