Dead Things Show You What You’ll Be

When Insolvent, Pack Minimally, With A Valise Tough Enough To Be Thrown Onto A London Pavement From A First- Or Second-floor Window. Insist On Hotel Rooms No Higher.

Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

Creation Never Ceased On The Sixth Evening, It Occurs To The Young Man. Creation Unfolds Around Us, Despite Us And Through Us At The Speed Of Days And Nights. And We Call It Love.

The Uncreated And The Dead Exist Solely In Our Actual And Virtual Pasts.

The Song Instantly Insisted It'd Never Existed.