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The One Recurring Theme In My Writing, And In My Life In General, Is Confusion. The Fact That Anytime You Think You Really Know Something, You're Going To Find Out You're Wrong - That Is The Rule. The Moments Where You Think You Have Something Figured Out, Those Are The Exceptions.

Sometimes I Worry That I've Lost The Plot My Twitching Muscles Tease My Flippant Thoughts I Never Really Dreamed Of Heaven Much Until We Put Him In The Ground. There Is Nothing As Lucky, As Easy, Or Free

I'm Ripe For The Picking For The Scientologists - One Of Those Creeps. Someone's Got To Find Me. Some Little Weird Cult Can Just Pluck Me Up, Because I'm Ripe For The Picking.

I Drink To Stay Warm, And To Kill Selected Memories

When You Look At What People Consider Success In The Music Industry, It's Just Terrible Music.