I find myself in situations that I know would be unbelievable pictures and I have to gauge, Is this worth taking the camera out? Am I gonna lose the moment? Am I gonna get a dirty look from Sting?
Hopefully people can see my music is tethered to my brain.
Everybody is just a stranger, but that's the danger in going my own way.
I'm the only person I know who's got a bunch of money.
She's perfect, so flawless, I'm not impressed.
By the way, pornography? It's a new synaptic pathway. You wake up in the morning, open a thumbnail page, and it leads to a Pandora's box of visuals. There have probably been days when I saw 300 vaginas before I got out of bed.