I'm Not A Pitiable Creature. It's Just

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

When You're Trying To Pass On The Best Of The Stuff You're Culling To What Should Be A Hungry Culture But You Have It Diminished... That's Kind Of Disappointing.

There's A Man Who's Been Out Sailing In A Decade Full Of Dreams And He Takes Her To A Schooner And He Treats Her Like A Queen Bearing Beads From California With Their Amber Stones And Green He Has Called Her From The Harbor He Has Kissed Her With His Freedom He Has Heard Her Off To Starboard In The Breaking And The Breathing Of The Water Weeds While She Was Busy Being Free

I Believe That I Am Male And I Am Female.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow