The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With A Towel On My Head.

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

O.k. I'm Running Out Of Appetite. Let This Swirl- A Bit Like Crab Nebula- Do For Now.

What Does Not Change Is The Will To Change