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..

I like my work to stand on its own as much as possible..

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..

Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus..

I know I'm 38 but I insist that santa claus exists and he raped my mother when I was 9..

I thought you were all-seeing.” All-knowing, not all-seeing!” he snapped. “I’m a God, not Santa Claus!.

The Santa Claus principle liquidates itself..