It turns out I have clinical schizophrenia. The unborn chicken voices were telling me to kill my family.
If you don't trust everybody on stage with you, then you're in trouble.
I've tried crowd surfing but the radiating light that surrounds me kept sending me floating into the heavens. Goddamn I'm beautiful
Nobody wins the superbowl, I win the superbowl. I am the superbowl.
If Radiohead were a fruit we would be apples, because apples are festive
I'm baking stories, and singing cookies, oh the tonderous wimes!