I got my heart broken. My spirit got shattered and mutilated. I will not be coming back from this. I don’t want to.

Sometimes the truth hurts. And sometimes it feels real good.

Now you see how you are, the wisdom mixed in with all the scars.

I forged myself out of a vacuum. I crawl along the highway on hacked off stumps year after year. Some wonder how and why. I never do.

When I die, the world dies with me. I'd really like to leave it better than how I found it and I'm doing what I can to effect that.

As a teen, I heard the second Velvet Underground album, 'White Light/White Heat,' and it was too much for my limited scope of appreciation. It was intense, but I didn't get it.

I have to keep moving I don't want to think I'm going to work all day today I don't want to stop Don't want to let my brain catch up my thoughts How will I be able to tell them that I'm a shadow A grey patch of cold rotting life