You win a while, and then it’s done - Your little winning streak.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.
The term clinical depression finds its way into too many conversations these days. One has a sense that a catastrophe has occurred in the psychic landscape.
Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
The fact that my songs take a long time to write is no guarantee of their excellence.
I don't even hate books anymore.