The artist draws the people. The whole idea is for people to dig themselves, just mingle around meeting different other people. That's cool.
The smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall.
You have to go on and be crazy. Craziness is like heaven.
Spiritually, it's always there. It gets better and better all the time. One of these days I'll just finally release all that out.
Well I stand up next to a mountain, and I chop it down with the edge of my hand
This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.