And You Read Your Emily Dickinson, And

My Whole Artistic Life Has Always Been About Change, Change, Change, Move On, Move On. It's The Only Thing I Find Interesting.

There Must Be 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover.

Couple In The Next Room Bound To Win A Prize, They've Been Going At It All Night Long.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!

The Wisdom Is Old, The Koran Is Old, The Bible Is Old. Disagreements? Work 'em Out.