When You Sleep, Your Dream

We've Forgotten Much. How To Struggle, How To Rise To Dizzy Heights And Sink To Unparalleled Depths. We No Longer Aspire To Anything. Even The Finer Shades Of Despair Are Lost To Us. We've Ceased To Be Runners. We Plod From Structure To Conveyance To Employment And Back Again. We Live Within The Boundaries That Science Has Determined For Us. The Measuring Stick Is Short And Sweet. The Full Gamut Of Life Is A Brief, Shadowy Continuum That Runs From Gray To More Gray. The Rainbow Is Bleached. We Hardly Know How To Doubt Anymore. (“the Thing”)

A Man Could Get Used To Anything If He Had To.

Thank You...for Gracing My Life With Your Lovely Presence, For Adding The Sweet Measure Of Your Soul To My Existence.

I Think We're Yearning For Something Beyond The Every Day. And I Will Tell You That I Don't Believe In The Supernatural, I Believe In The Supernormal. To Me There Is Nothing That Goes Against Nature. If It Seems Incomprehensible, It's Because We Haven't Been Able To Understand It Yet.

God, How Impossible Life Is Without Money. Nothing Can Ever Overcome It, It's Everything When It's Anything. How Can I Write In Peace With Endless Worries Of Money, Money, Money? (“disappearing Act”)