I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

We hide ourselves in our music to reveal ourselves

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality...

I've noticed that when people are joking they're usually dead serious, and when they're serious, they're usually pretty funny.

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots