Who Knows Their Own Story? It Certainly

I've Never Been Interested In Being Relevant.

A Gentleman Never Talks About His Tailor.

The Artistic Process Seems To Be Mythologized Quite A Lot Into Something Far Greater Than It Actually Is. It Is Just Hard Labor.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

Your Limitations Make You The Wonderful Disaster You Most Probably Are.