And If The World Breaks Down, I'll

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

People Often Say 'i Live For My Art.' Bullshit! If You Are Given A Talent It's To Be Used. It's Not In The Private Domain.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

And If The World Breaks Down, I'll Be Around.

Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen