And With Joy You Realize For The

Scribbled Secret Notebooks, And Wild Typewritten Pages, For Yr Own Joy

My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In The Passions I Have, But In My Lack Of Control Of Them.

Sweet Life Continues In The Breeze, In The Golden Fields.

There Is Universal Substance Which Is Divine Substance Because Where Else Can It Be?

You Don't Know What To Say To Me Because The Kingdom Is Within...flesh And Blood's Dream...so You Fly Now, Pay Later, All Of Us...i Mean Actually It's Pay Now, Fly Later