the black writer, with music by tom, waits and text by william burroughs. i've been pondering it ever since. what's happening here? why does this trigger me so much? is there a deeper meaning to it? or is it all a kind of fancy mirage? amanda sammy, this is not the couch. so it's the bob shop. oh, okay. point taken. bob it is. for this film i went on a quest for the secret behind the beauty. and where do we go 1st when were hunting for secrets into the past? ah, bob was born in waco, texas in 1941 into a conservative world where art didn't happen. his teacher bud hoffman helped him overcome his stomach. later he named his foundation off to ha, i guess everything one does is autobiographical. it's the same body, it's the same signature. it's a, it's like a tree and it grows. and sometimes it's and storm. sometimes it loses the leaves and sometimes it has new leaves, sir, but it's the same body working. i like her hummingbirds. i grew up with hummingbirds, discontented and having long outgrown his home environment. he studied economics in austin for 3 years.