It Kills Your Writing If

Our Songs Travel The Earth. We Sing To One Another. Not A Single Note Is Ever Lost And No Song Is Original. They All Come From The Same Place And Go Back To A Time When Only The Stones Howled.

Sometimes A Person's Monstrosity Seems Superhuman.

What Happens When You Let An Unsatisfactory Present Go On Long Enough? It Becomes Your Entire History.

By The Time I Was Done With The Car It Looked Worse Than Any Typical Indian Car That Has Been Driven All Its Life On Reservation Roads, Which They Always Say Are Like Government Promises - Full Of Holes.

But If There Was Embellishment, It Only Had To Do With The Facts.