I Would Be Married, But I'd Have

In New York You've Got To Have All The Luck.

Our Bones Like Stems Into The Sky Will Forever Cry Victory

Dying In A A War Never Stopped Wars From Happening.

The Night Kept Coming On In And There Was Nothing I Could Do.

Censorship Is The Tool Of Those Who Have The Need To Hide Actualities From Themselves And From Others. Their Fear Is Only Their Inability To Face What Is Real, And I Can't Vent Any Anger Against Them. I Only Feel This Appalling Sadness. Somewhere, In Their Upbringing, They Were Shielded Against The Total Facts Of Our Existence. They Were Only Taught To Look One Way When Many Ways Exist.