Nobody wanted your dance, Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your floundering Drowning life and your effort to save yourself, Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil, Looking for something to give.

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.

Applause is the beginning of abuse

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

What happens in the heart simply happens.

The Bush administration doesn't particularly like public participation. It makes them look bad.