I Listen To The Radio And I

Israel, And You Who Call Yourself Israel, The Church That Calls Itself Israel, And The Revolt That Calls Itself Israel, And Every Nation Chosen To Be A Nation - None Of These Lands Is Yours, All Of You Are Thieves Of Holiness, All Of You At War With Mercy.

We Are Not Mad. We Are Human.we Want To Love, And Someone Must Forgive Us For The Paths We Take To Love, For The Paths Are Many And Dark, And We Are Ardent And Cruel In Our Journey.

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings

Seriousness Is The Deepest Pleasure We Have.

Garages, Barns And Attics Are Always Older Than The Buildings To Which They Are Attached.