I was studying Tibetan Buddhism when I was quite young, again influenced by Kerouac.

I never could get over the fact that The Pixies formed, worked and separated without America taking them to its heart or even recognizing their existence for the most part.

Rebel, rebel, you've torn your dress. Rebel, rebel, your face is a mess. Rebel, rebel, how could they know? Hot tramp, I love you so.

Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.

It is amazing how a new child can refocus one's direction seconds after its birth. Everything falls into a feeling of 'rightness'.

You'd like to know me well, but I've got things inside my head that even I can't face.

I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.