August, The Summer's Last Messenger Of Misery,

Being An Artist Is Dragging Your Innermost Feelings Out, Giving A Piece Of Yourself, No Matter In Which Art Form, In Which Medium.

There Is A Concerted Effort To Keep You And Me, You Know, The People, Away From What It [war] Really Looks Like, 'cause When You're Selling War, When It's Such A Big Industry. What They Don't Tell You Is The Rest Of It And The Down Side Of It. And So Obviously There Is A Lot Of Money And A Lot Of Time And Effort Being Spent On That Campaign "perpetual War For Perpetual Peace".

There Are Things That Happen So Quickly. A Better Cameraman Can Capture Them, But If The Light Is Not Bright And You Hoist Up Your Camera By The Time You've Dialed In Your Settings. There Are Eye Blink Moments Where You're Like "aaahhhh, I Wish," But Those Are Too Many To Catalogue. Nothing Really Sticks Out.

Trayvon Martin Did Not Need To Die.

I'd Defend Myself. But I Don't Go Around Shoving People Around; That's Not Me At All - That's For A Cop. I'm Not Into That Type Of Behavior At All.