And If Anybody Asks Me Is It

Chaos Is A Friend Of Mine.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rollin' High And Mighty Traps Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps "we'll Meet On Edges, Soon," Said I Proud 'neath Heated Brow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now. Half-wracked Prejudice Leaped Forth "rip Down All Hate," I Screamed Lies That Life Is Black And White Spoke From My Skull. I Dreamed Romantic Facts Of Musketeers Foundationed Deep, Somehow. Ah, But I Was So Much Older Then, I'm Younger Than That Now.

I'm Not Going To Read Any Of These Magazines. I Mean, Because They've Just Got Too Much To Lose By Printing The Truth. You Know That.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

Inspiration Is Hard To Come By. You Have To Take It Where You Find It.