To Gain Your Own Voice You Have

We Are All Exposed To The Flash Bulb Of Death.

…we’re All Beautiful Golden Sunflowers Inside, We’re All Blessed By Our Own Seed & Golden Hairy Naked Accomplishment (sunflower Sutra)

What If Someone Gave A War And Nobody Came?

Democracy! Bah! When I Hear That I Reach For My Feather Boa!

You Can't Escape The Past In Paris, And Yet What's So Wonderful About It Is That The Past And Present Intermingle So Intangibly That It Doesn't Seem To Burden.