...heroine: the artist, the premier mistress writhering in a garden graced w/highly polished blades of grass... release (ethiopium) is the drug...an animal howl says it all...notes pour into the caste of freedom...the freedom to be intense...to defy social order and break the slow kill monotony of censorship. to break from the long bonds of servitude-ruthless adoration of the celestial shepherd. let us celebrate our own flesh-to embrace not ones race mais the marathon-to never let go of the fiery sadness called desire.

I loved books; I read my childhood away. I was more interested in my interior world.

People need space to air out their thoughts, to have a sense of themselves - unfettered by anything.

Deep in my heart how the presence of you shines, in a light to last a whole life through.

More than anything that's been the thread through my life - the desire to write, the impulse to write. I mean, it's taken me other places, but it was the impulse to write that led me to singing.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

I personally am not interested in people trying to pigeonhole me.