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

The best songs just come unasked for. You don't have to think about them. Summer is a good time for songs.

Death Makes Angels of us all.

It's like gambling somehow. You go out for a night of drinking and you don't know where your going to end up the next day. It could work out good or it could be disastrous. It's like the throw of the dice.

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...