I Look At You And You Look

And I Kissed Away A Thousand Tears My Lady Of The Various Sorrows Some Begged, Some Borrowed, Some Stolen Some Kept Safe For Tomorrow.

If I'm Hanging Around Too Much, My Wife And Kids Say, 'hey, Why Don't You Go Downstairs And Start A New Novel?'

Do I Personally Believe In A Personal God? No.

Some People, Myself In Particular, Have An Adversarial Relationship With The Camera, And It Sprouts Up In Every Photograph.

The Love Song Must Be Born Into The Realm Of The Irrational, Absurd, The Distracted, The Melancholic, The Obsessive, The Insane For The Love Song Is The Noise Of Love Itself And Love Is, Of Course, A Form Of Madness.