There Is No Justice We Don't Make

Every Artist Creates With Open Eyes What She Sees In Her Dream.

Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.

Nobody Hates Us As Ourselves. In Their Minds We're Not Human... They Don't Hate Us Because We Did Something Or Said Something. They Make Us Stand For An Evil They Invent And Then They Want To Kill It In Us.

Troubles Cured You Salty As A Country Ham, Smoky To The Taste, Thick-skinned And Tender Inside.

Connections Are Made Slowly, Sometimes They Grow Underground.