Troubles Cured You Salty As

If You Want To Be Listened To, You Should Put In Time Listening.

The People I Love The Best, Jump Into Work Head First Without Dallying In The Shallows.

Our Wedding Plans Please Everybody As If We Were Fertilizing The Earth And Creating Social Luck.

The Politics Of The Exile Are Fever, Revenge, Daydream, Theater Of The Aging Convalescent. You Wait In The Wings And Rehearse. You Wait And Wait.

We Must Shine With Hope, Stained Glass Windows That Shape Light Into Icons, Glow Like Lanterns Borne Before A Procession. Who Can Bear Hope Back Into The World But Us.