Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm

There Is No Word For Time. Today We Will Not Think To Number Another Summer Or Watch Its White Bird Into The Ground.

Evil Is Maybe Lying To God. Or Better, Lying To Love.

She Is So Naked And Singular. She Is The Sum Of Yourself And Your Dream. Climb Her Like A Monument, Step After Step. She Is Solid.

I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives His Life--he Is So Busy Recreating It.

Think Of Innocent Icarus Who Is Doing Quite Well: Larger Than A Sail, Over The Fog And The Blast Of The Plushy Ocean, He Goes. Admire His Wings!