Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?
I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.
Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
Take an Indian home to lunch.
I see myself as an intelligent, sensitive human, with the soul of a clown which forces me to blow it at the most important moments.