I Am A New Yorker, One; I'm

Shining In The Midnight Moonlight, While The King Sings Love Me Tender.

Why Do You Have To Translate And Decode Things? Just Let The Image Be. It Will Have A Special Kind Of Reality That It Won't Once It's Decoded.

And There Was A Beutiful View But Nobody Could See Cause Everybody On The Island Was Saying Look At Me! Look At Me.

The Only Stuff I Don't Like Are Broadway Musicals. I Hate Them. I Don't Even Like To Talk About It. I Can't Bear Musicals.

All Of Nature Talks To Me - If I Could Just Figure Out What It's Saying - Trees Are Swinging In The Breeze. They're Talking To Me. Insects Are Rubbing Their Legs Together. They're All Talking. They're Talking To Me.