Lies Like That Are Not A Sin,

It's Important To Attend Funerals. It Is Important To View The Body, They Say, And To See It Committed To Earth Or Fire Because Unless You Do That, The Loved One Dies For You Again And Again.

There Are Some Stories You Can't Hear Enough. They Are The Same Every Time You Hear Them. But You Are Not. That's One Reliable Way Of Understanding Time.

She's No Lady. Her Songs Are All Unbelievably Unhappy Or Lewd. It's Called Blues. She Sings About Sore Feet, Sexual Relations, Baked Goods, Killing Your Lover, Being Broke, Men Called Daddy, Women Who Dress Like Men, Working, Praying For Rain. Jail And Trains. Whiskey And Morphine. She Tells Stories Between Verses And Everyone In The Place Shouts Out How True It All Is.

Depression Is Anger Slowed Down; Panic Is Grief Speeded Up.

Writing Is A Hellish Task, Best Snuck Up On, Whacked On The Head, Robbed And Left For Dead.