Who do you serve? Do you serve somebody? I serve the poem, no one..

I never have anything to talk about..

What God originates, God orchestrates..

There is beauty in everything, Just not everybody sees it.

Swallows and Amazons for-ever!.

Some changes are so slow, you don't notice them, others are so fast, they don't notice you..

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but the living room in your fortified compound..

When it's me in my living room, it's pretty pure, and then what gets recorded involves more people, and it keeps escalating from there..