I Think I Have Always Had A

The Blues Is Instilled In Every Musical Cell That Floats Around Your Body.

Into The Mercy Seat I Climb My Head Is Shaved, My Head Is Wired And Like A Moth That Tries To Enter The Bright Eye I Go Shuffling Out Of Life Just To Hide In Death Awhile And Anyway I Never Lied.

I've Always Had An Obligation To Creation, Above All.

We As Visual Artists Need To Continue To Be Renegades And Say, "yes I Am Here To Do A Project, But What Is The Social Service?"

Polly Jean, I Love You. I Love The Texture Of Your Skin, The Taste Of Your Saliva, The Softness Of Your Ears. I Love Every Inch And Every Part Of Your Entire Body. From Your Toes And The Beautifully Curved Arches Of Your Feet, To The Exceptional Shade And Warmth Of Your Dark Hair. I Need You In My Life, I Hope You Need Me Too.