The Artistic Process Seems To Be Mythologized

I'm A Believer. I Don't Go To Church. I Don't Belong To Any Particular Religion, But I Do Believe In God. I Couldn't Write What I Write About And Be Creative Without A Certain Form Of Belief.

I Just Found This World A Hard Place To Be Good In,’ Says Bunny, Then He Closes His Eyes And, With An Expiration Of Breath, Goes Still.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

Sorrow's Child Grieves Not What Has Passed, But All The Past Still Yet To Come.

I Just Want To Leave This World With A Massive Catalog Of Songs.