Flowers Are Reincarnation. They Come Out Of The Earth Of Our Ashes. Nothing Else Looks So Soul-like.
Our Eyelashes Brushed Like They Would Weave Together By Themselves, Turning Us Into One Wild Thing. I Say, “i Think I Missed You Before I Met You Even.
Like The Phoenix, Socialism Is Reborn From Every Pile Of Ashes Left Day In, Day Out, By Burnt-out Human Dreams And Charred Hopes.
If I Die Before My Cat, I Want A Little Of My Ashes Put In His Food So I Can Live Inside Him.
Out Of The Ashes Of The Music Business, Comes The Rebirth Of The Musician Business.
A Normal Way That The American Free Market System Has Worked Is That We Have A Process Of Unwinding. It's Called Bankruptcy. It Doesn't Mean, Necessarily, That The Industry Is Eclipsed Or That It's Gone. Often Times, The Phoenix Rises Out Of The Ashes.
