Here comes Jesse Jackson, he talks of common ground. Does that common ground include me, or is it just a sound?

Valium would have helped that bash.

Does anyone need yet another politician caught with his pants down and money sticking in his hole?

I don't like nostalgia unless it's mine.

I'm an artist and that means I can be as egotistical as I want to be.

Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.

Psychologically, it's better that I think that I'm dirt.