I Learned From Admiration And

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

In Search Of Love And Music My Whole Life Has Been Illumination Corruption And Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving, Diving Down To Pick Up Every Shiny Thing

Let Light Hearts Remake Us.