I've been college, but to be truthfully frank, weed is knowledge because it makes me think

I think that my parents' only regret is that they wasted so much money on my stupid prestigious university degree.

I often yearn to regress into a state that's slightly more atavistic than my decades of conditioning generally allow, but it's difficult to let go of those reigns.

My girlfriend says that I thrash throughout the night, for longer periods than are generally accepted as corresponding to REM sleep, and she often has to move to the couch to get any sort of rest before she goes to work in the morning.

I've evolved enough that I've learned to not subject others to the fallout of my own unhappiness. I think that's a significant, hard-won behavioral leap that, sadly, a staggering percent of the population of folks I know haven't quite mastered.

I'm not a huge fan of covers in general, but collaborations always make them more fun - they're sort of neutral territory.

Eat you inside out like stress...You hear my voice, you see my face, you know my name / I take it out your ass and charge it to the game