There Isn't A Lot Of Poverty Literature

The World, Even The Smallest Parts Of It, Is Filled With Things You Don't Know.

I Think The World Is A Series Of Broken Dams And Floods, And My Cartoons Are Tiny Little Lifeboats.

The Streetlight Outside My House Shines On Tonight And I'm Watching It Like It Could Give Me A Vision. James Ain't Talked Ever And He Looks At That Streetlight Like It Was A Word And Maybe Like It Was A Verb. James Wanted To Streetlight Me And Make Me Bright And Beautiful So All The Moths And Bats Would Circle Me Like I Was The Center Of The World An Held Secrets.

We're All Travelling Heavy With Illusions.

Somebody Dies And People Eat Your Food. Funny How That Works.