Time Was A Face On The Water,

Like Some Dogs: Kick Them Once And They Never Trust You Again, No Matter How Nice You Are To Them.

Some Tears Have To Be Cried No Matter What The Hour- Until They Are, They Simply Rave And Burn Inside.

Humans Were Built To Look Back; That's Why We Have That Swivel Joint In Our Necks

Art Is The Concrete Artifact Of Faith And Expectation, The Realization Of A World That Would Otherwise Be Little More Than A Veil Of Pointless Consciousness Stretched Over A Gulf Of Mystery.

I'm Having A Magenta Day. Not Just Red, But Magenta!