Life is Quicker Than a Blink of an Eye

Rock is so much fun. That's what it's all about - filling up the chest cavities and empty kneecaps and elbows.

Will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past? And with its crutch, its old age, and its wisdom, it whispers no this will be the last.

Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.

Room Full Of Mirrors, that's more of a mental disarrangement. This says something about broken glass used to be all in my brain.

Evil man make me kill you.

I was trying to do too many things at the same time, which is my nature. But I was enjoying it, and I still do enjoy it.