Summer Had Come To Sit On New

Usually, Autobiography Is Such An Indulgence Of The Ego.

Nobody Quite Knew What To Make Of The Moon Any More.

Death Is Simple. Life Is Messy. Give Me Life, The More Complicated The Better.

The Beet Is The Most Intense Of Vegetables

I've Always Assumed That Every Time A Child Is Born, The Divine Reenters The World. Okay? That's The Meaning Of The Christmas Story. And Every Time That Child's Purity Is Corrupted By Society, That's The Meaning Of The Crucifixion Story. Your Man Jesus Stands For That Child, That Pure Spirit, And As Its Surrogate, He's Being Born And Put To Death Again And Again, Over And Over, Every Time We Inhale And Exhale, Not Just At The Vernal Equinox And On The Twenty-fifth Of December.