There's Eyes Behind The Mirrors In Empty

He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands You A Dime. He Asks You With A Grin, If You're Having A Good Time.

Gates Appeal To Me Because Of The Negative Space They Allow. They Can Be Closed But At The Same Time They Allow The Seasons And Breezes To Enter And Flow. They Can Shut You Out Or Shut You In. And In Some Ways There Is No Difference.

Johnny's In The Basement Mixing Up The Medicine I'm On The Pavement Thinking 'bout The Government.

Upon Four-legged Forest Clouds The Cowboy Angel Rides

Michelangelo Indeed Could Have Carved Out Your Features.