Military People Never Seem To Apologize For

I've Always Had Access To Other Worlds. We All Do Because We Dream.

Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I Don't Always Know Where I Am Going Or What It Means.

Military People Never Seem To Apologize For Killing Each Other Yet Novelists Feel Ashamed For Writing Some Nice Inert Paper Book That Is Not Certain To Be Read By Anybody.

I Often Feel I Am Being Burned At The Stake Just Because I Have Always Refused To Give Up That Wonderful Strange Power I Have Inside Me That Becomes Manifested When I Am In Harmonious Communication With Some Other Inspired Being.

You May Not Believe In Magic But Something Very Strange Is Happening At This Very Moment. Your Head Has Dissolved Into Thin Air And I Can See The Rhododendrons Through Your Stomach. It's Not That You Are Dead Or Anything Dramatic Like That, It Is Simply That You Are Fading Away And I Can't Even Remember Your Name.