Well you say that it's gospel, But I know that it's only church.
There's always free cheddar in the mousetrap, baby.
If you're a writer you know that the stories don't come to you, you have to go looking for them. The old men in the lobby: that's where the stories were.
It's a battered old suitcase and a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal.
I danced along a colored wind/ Dangled from a rope of sand
Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.