I Really Don't Think Anything

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap

I Resent Limitations. I'm Going To Be This Way For A While.

The Only Reason That It Takes Me Seven Years To Do Stuff Is Because I Just Don't Really Have A Plan.

I’m Amorous But Out Of Reach / A Still Life Drawing Of A Peach.

I Know What My Job Is: I Write The Songs, I Sing Them, I Play Them On The Piano