Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

I think in art, but especially in films, people are trying to confirm their own existences.

The time to hesitate is through.

The gate is straight, Deep and wide, Break on through to the other side...

Between childhood, boyhood, adolescence & manhood (maturity) there should be sharp lines drawn w/ Tests , deaths, feats, rites stories, songs, & judgements.

I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.