I've Told You, Nobody Becomes An Artist

When Most People Looked At Josie Tyrell, They Only Saw A Certain Collection Of Bones, A Selection Of Forms Filling Space. But Michael Saw Past The Mouth And The Eyes, The Architecture Of The Body, Her Fleshly Masquerade. Other Boys Were Happy Enough To Enjoy The Show, They Just Wanted To Be Entertained In The Body's Shadow Theater. But Michael Had To Come Backstage. He Went Down Into The Mines, Into The Dark, And Brought Up The Gold, Your New Self, A Better Self. But What Good Was It If He Was Just Going To Leave Her Behind?

To Know I Was Beautiful In His Eyes Made Me Beautiful.

The Phoenix Must Burn To Emerge.

No Matter Where I Was, My Compass Pointed West. I Would Always Know What Time It Was In California.

We Strive For Beauty And Balance, The Sensual Over The Sentimental.