“Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head. But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red. Crying’s not for me. Cause I ain’t gonna stop the rain by complaining.”

The blues he sends to meet me, won’t defeat me. It won’t be long til happiness steps up to greet me.

I’m never gonna stop the rain by complaining, because I’m free, nothing’s worrying me.

You can tell how boring a person is by the lack of fear in their eyes when someone is flipping through photos on their phone.

The bandage will remain on the eyes of Justice as long as the Capitalist has the cut, shuffle, and deal.

But editors are still the world’s readers. And thus the eyes of the world.

The pretender sees no one but himself, Because he has the veil of conceit in front; If he were endowed with a God discerning eye, He would see that no one is weaker than himself.

Nicotine patches are great. Stick one over each eye and you can’t find your fags.

I’ve always had an artistic hand. I took on paint when I started falling in love with the abstract expressionists. I approached it from a physical standpoint, but I’ve also been honing my compositional eye through film.

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men lose their way.

i’m back at my cliff still throwing things off i listen to the sounds they make on their way down i follow him with my eyes ’till they crash imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks.