We All Got Holes In Our Lives.

Our Tribe Unraveled Like A Coarse Rope, Frayed At Either End As The Old And New Among Us Were Taken.

We All Got Holes In Our Lives. Nobody Dies In A Perfect Garment.

Each Life Is One Short Word Slowly Uttered.

To Think About Love And Passion And Political Correctness All Together, It Doesn't Work. Art Has To Go Way Past The Political To Be Effective.

There Are Ways Of Being Abandoned Even When Your Parents Are Right There.