The Spirit Was Willing But The Flesh

Humans Live In A Pit Of Cheating, Exploiting, Hurting, Incarcerating. Every Time, The Species Wastes Some Part Of What It Could Be. This Waste Is Poisonous.

Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

I Can't Bear Living In This Huge Beautiful World And Not Try To Imitate It As Best I Can.

The Truth Of A Myth...is Not In Its Words But Its Patterns.

Hate Eats The Hater The Way Ogres Eat Little Boys.