I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.

If you feel blocked, do not turn to others, but look inside, in silence, for the enemy of your progress.

I don't really need to be remembered. I hope the music's remembered.

Your soul can fly outward, stringed to your ribcage like a shimmering kite in the shape of an open hand. Be still and listen to the evidence of your own holiness.

Kiss me out of desire, but not consolation.

When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.

Fate is gonna find you in your glass of champagne.