I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.