My eyes were glued on life and they were full of tears.

And when the fog's over and the stars and the moon come out at night it'll be a beautiful sight.

I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.

It's all too much and not enough at the same time.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

It was my dream that screwed up, the stupid hearthside idea that it would be wonderful to follow one great red line across America instead of trying various roads and routes.

No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge