She Runs Up Into The

A Lot Of The Time, I Write A Lot Of Angry Stuff, But Then I Don't Want To Be A Finger-pointer - I'd Rather Be A Cheerleader Than A Judge. I Don't Want To Preach As If I'm In Some Position Of Righteousness, But I Do Want To Speak My Mind And Scream At The Clouds And Shout Out Of The Pit Of Hopelessness That I Sometimes Think The Human Race Is In.

Being A White South African, I Enjoyed The Better Things That That Country Gave To A Small Percentage Of Its Population.

But Then There Are Magical, Beautiful Things In The World, And There's Incredible Acts Of Kindness And Bravery And In The Most Unlikely Places, And It Gives You Hope.

Move Into Kiss Those Sweet Sugar Lips, Baby Looks Just Like Love.

Love, You Drive Me To Distraction.