You Live Out The Confusions Until They

Things Aren't The Way They Are, They're The Way You Are

Writing More And More To The Sound Of Music, Writing More And More Like Music. Sitting In My Studio Tonight, Playing Record After Record, Writing, Music A Stimulant Of The Highest Order, Far More Potent Than Wine.

We Sit On The Kitchen Exchanging These Diabolical Outgrowths Of Overfertile Minds.

To Lie, Of Course, Is To Engender Insanity.

Solitude May Rust Your Words.