Illusions Mistaken For Truth Are

This Will Be Great Mam's Last Spring. Her Last June Apples. Her Last Fresh Roasting Ears From The Garden.

Do You Think Its Possible To Live Without Wanting To Put Your Name On Your Paintings? To Belong To A Group So Securely You Don't Need To Rise Above It?

Everything Truly Important Is Washable.

The Talkers Are Rising Above The Thinkers.

Like Kids Who Only Ever Get Socks For Christmas, But Still Believe With All Their Hearts In Santa.