I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.

Music: what so many sentences aspire to be.

And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier.

The face of the moose is as sad as the face of Jesus.

Joy is not made to be a crumb. (Don't Hesitate)

And I say to my heart: rave on.

He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.