It just bothered me that you might think I'm somethin special. I aint.
Ive seen the meanness of humans till I dont know why God aint put out the sun and gone away.
Usually, you don't know where a book comes from ... it's just there, some kind of an itch that you can't quite scratch.
Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
People were always getting ready for tomorrow. I didn't believe in that. Tomorrow wasn't getting ready for them. It didn't even know they were there.