Everything About Life Makes Me Lonely.

I Went To See A Shaman. He Put His Hands On Me, And I Cried Like A Baby For An Hour.

It Seems To Me That References To Bands Like Black Sabbath And Led Zeppelin Meant More To Me A Year Ago And All Those Old Things Are Totally Losing Importance.

The Funny Thing About Me That Most People Never Really Understand Is That, At Heart, I'm Really A Jock.

There Is Something Mighty Suspicious About Declaring An Emergency For Something That Has Yet To Show Itself To Be A Grand Pandemic.

I Started Thinking That If Post Modernism Is About People Opening Up All Their Skeletons, I'm Going The Other Way. I Don't Want Anyone Knowing Anything About Me Anymore.