It's really hard to know what people want around here sometimes.

And it's no war games, because they all keep the same place. But like the solar system is going through a change soon and it's going to affect the Earth in about 30 years.

When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.

Anger he smiles, towering in shiny metallic purple armor. Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind him, her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground.

You know you are a sweet little heart breaker, foxy lady.

Technically, I'm not a guitar player, all I play is truth and emotion.

They've imitated me so good that sometimes I hear people copying my mistakes