Mike Doughty

“This kiss is zeroes and ones jumbledand tossed into a pneumatic system,unscrambled at the end and scrawledonto a tape recorder slowly rollingat the side of your bed,then slapping back, reverbedoff the ringer, a tinny phantomof the smooch like a smack onan aluminum can, up the same veins through the belly of the same satelliteand softly to the side of my head;”

“It's tragic that extremists co-opt the notion of God, and that hipsters and artists reject spirituality out of hand. I don't have a fixed idea of God. But I feel that it's us - the messed-up, the half-crazy, the burning, the questing - that need God, a lot more than the goody-two-shoes do.”