People Will Always Be Tempted To Wipe

I Believe The Printed Word Is More Than Sacred Beyond The Gauge Of Good Or Bad The Human Right To Let Your Soul Fly Free And Naked Above The Violence Of The Fearful And Sad

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.

Success Is Being Nothing But A Quote.

Other Lands Became A Larder Full Of All The Good Things All We Had To Do Was Go And Take Blood The Colour Of The Rain That Grew Our Wicked Harvest Black The Colour Icing On Our Cake