Many, I would like to meet, again- who listens to Sinnerman all the way through... reads... Neruda, Marquez, Kundera... Sabina?... Papillon?... paints... Picasso, Van Gogh, Modigliani... but most of they, dead, penny for their souls... smoke cigarettes that killed them with Bogie and Steve... drink whiskey with the devil and Dylan and Hemingway... watch Socrates fuck with marketers, Plato running behind... God bless you Mr. Vonnegut, Mr. Christopher... -smile, say: goodbye, everyone, I miss and love you all...