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

Sometimes music comes across to me just when I am sitting around doing nothing, and then the music makes me think of a few words I might have written.

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

Let me live my life the way I want to.

I'll always touch 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.

This is your life - you must die by yourself, so for heaven's sake, live for yourself and no one else. . . .