The earthly power sucks shadowed milk from sleepy tears undone, from nippled skin as smooth as silk the bugles blown as one.

With the man in the woman, and the woman in the man. In the blood of Eden lie the woman and the man.

The dream is a world in which anyone who has anything bad happen to them has a chance of getting their story uploaded, being seen, being watched.

Surround yourself with brilliance.

One doubt, one voice, one war, one truth, one dream.

Music is a spiritual doorway its power comes from the fact that it plugs directly into the soul, unlike a lot of visual art or textual information that has to go through the more filtering processes of the brain.

Artists everywhere steal mercilessly all the time and I think this is healthy.