I Don't Really See The Point In

Recently I Stood In The Desert, Far Out Side Of L. A., And Watched The Sun Set On A Circus Tent From 1930. Every Where Stood Animals: Elephants, Tigers That Should Be Loaded Into A Steam Train. 300 Extras In Costumes Raced Around, The Modern World Had Disappeared Totally. Although That Was Totally Fake, It Still Happened Directly Before My Eyes! That Was My Perfect Day. I Would Be Gladly Experience That Every Day. It Happens Continually To Me: It Calls Itself Work. That Is Wonderful And More Than Enough.

I Haven't Found One Place In The World Yet Where I Could Disappear.

I Don't Know Much About Contemporary Music. I Do Have An Ipod But I Listen To A Lot Of Old Blues. I Listen To John Lee Hooker And Elmore James. I Have Been Listening To Them For Years. I Was Obsessed With Van Morrison For Years. I Went To See Him Recently Where He Performed Astral Weeks. I Just Spent The Entire Night Crying, But I Was Really Obsessed With Van Morrison.

I Would. I'm Just Too, I'm Kind Of, A Pussy, I Guess. That's The Problem. But, No, I'd Love To. I Think Everybody Should Do Open Mics. I Think It's Very Healthy For Your Soul. So Yeah, I'd Love To Do It Again, But I Don't Know. It's Like I'm Cutting A Record If I Do Open Mic Now, So, I Don't Know.

The Link Between My Brain And My Mouth Is Just Not There Anymore.