Laughing And Crying, You Know

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

Give Me Spots On My Apples, But Leave Me The Birds And The Bees, Please.

Freedom To Me Is A Luxury Of Being Able To Follow The Path Of The Heart, To Keep The Magic In Your Life. Freedom Is Necessary For Me In Order To Create, And If I Cannot Create I Don’t Feel Alive.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

I See Bodies As Individual Things.