Night has brought to those who sleep, only dreams they can not keep.
Over in the UK, the music press can be brutal. They can say wonderful things about you one week, and the next week, you're in the can.
My mouth is a womb. My teeth are my children. My tongue is their babysitter.
The moon upon the ocean is swept around in motion, but without ever knowing.
As with anything creative, change is inevitable.
I have had death threats from people with fixations.