Well, for one thing, in the tradition of Zen that I've practiced, there is no prayerful worship and there is no affirmation of a deity.

One is given to self-dramatization from time to time. I intend to live forever.

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moths.

You lose your grip, and then you slip into the Masterpiece.

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully that if he only speaks their name women give themselves to him. If I am dumb beside your body while silence blossoms like tumors on our lips it is because I hear a man climb stairs and clear his throat outside our door.

You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep

I swear by this song and by all that I have done wrong, I will make it all up to thee.