Once One Has Seen God, What Is

I Am Sure There Are Things That Can't Be Cured By A Good Bath But I Can't Think Of One.

August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born. The Odd Uneven Time.

Perhaps Some Day I'll Crawl Back Home, Beaten, Defeated. But Not As Long As I Can Make Stories Out Of My Heartbreak, Beauty Out Of Sorrow.

I Love Life. But It Is Hard And I Have So Much, So Very Much To Learn.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.