I Think A Lot Of

It's Not Oil That Runs The World, It's Shame.

She Braided My Sister's Hair With Hands That Smelled Deep Roots Buried In The Earth She Told Me The Old Stories How Time Never Mattered When She Died They Gave Me Her Clock

Spiritual Matters Should Be Private.

Is God A Man Or A Woman? God Could Be An Armadillo. I Have No Idea.

My Father Was Sleepless Most Of His Life. So By The Age Of Five, I Was Awake With Him All Night Long, Watching Bad Television Or We'd Lie In The Same Bed, And I'd Read My Comic Books While He Read His Latest Spy Or Mystery Novel.