The music aids the message, it's there to punctuate and abbreviate and shape the silence
When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building, spring to life a resuscitated angel.
Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun
My love is my soul's imagination. How do I love you? Imagine.
Jay Z and President Bush have a lot in common, that same brash confidence
There is nothing more negligent than attempting to address a problem one finds on a branch than by censoring the leaves.