I woke up in bed with a man and a cat. The man was a stranger; the cat was not

Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

But come to California. Come to these canyons if you want to be driven by sacredness into the air. If you dream of the true, clear silences, if you want those silences to sing - come to California.

Competitions are for horses, not artists.

Bela Bartok

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