Will You Love Me In December As

Live, Travel, Adventure, Bless, And Don't Be Sorry.

I Wish The Whole World Was Dead Serious About Food Instead Of Silly Rockets And Machines And Explosives Using Everybody's Food Money To Blow Their Heads Off Anyway.

It's Good-bye. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies

Who Knows, My God, But That The Universe Is Not One Vast Sea Of Compassion Actually, The Veritable Holy Honey, Beneath All This Show Of Personality And Cruelty?

Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have To Prove Anything