Grab The Broom Of Anger And Drive

The Sun Had Become A Light Yellow Yolk And Was Walking With Red Legs Across The Sky.

She Knew Now That Marriage Did Not Make Love. Janie’s First Dream Was Dead, So She Became A Woman.

Gods Always Behave Like The People Who Make Them.

Affection Makes Your Spirit Slither Out From Its Concealing Spot.

Look Lak She Been Livin' Through Uh Hundred Years In January Without One Day Of Spring.