Sometimes it seems like we're closer to our manicurists than we are our own souls. We have to find ways to get in touch with that and to listen to it and to hear it.
If you're a lame brain, then you're a lame brain. I can't help that.
I found the secret to life: I'm ok when everything is not ok.
These precious things, let them bleed.
And is it right, butterfly, they like you better framed and dried?
I've had to keep exploring different ways of presenting the music so I don't repeat myself.