I Believe That When The Body Is

It Is You Who Makes Me See What I Really Am.

Keep Walking. Hot Night Right Now, Right Here. All You Have Is What You Are. All You Want Is Much Too Much. All You Get Is So Much Less. All You Feel Is Nothing. All You See Is Darkness. All You Know Is Senseless And All You Can Do About It Is Ride.

Is It A Shame That I Can’t Accept Love? Am I Too Burned Out To Move Towards What Will Keep Me Alive Or Too Smart To Get Pulled Into Someone Else’s World?

Not That The Writers Weren't Good. I Believe In Those Books And Those Writers Very Much. It's Just That In The Climate It's Really Hard To Keep The Lights On And The Doors Open When You're Selling Poetry And Literature That Appeals To A Fringe Audience.

Some Music Really Does Suck!