Want A Good Body? Work At It.

I'm 36 And If I Met A Woman Of My Own Age And Married Her, I'd Also Be Marrying Her Former Life, Her Past. It Might Be Ok For Some People - I Don't Want To Judge It Or Anything - But It's Not For Me. It Would Destroy My Creativity.

Am I Self-righteous? Why Not? It's Not Like I Can Count On You To Be Righteous For Me.

This Sounds Really Corny, But I Am A Slave To My Work, A Workaholic, And Glad Of It. I Like What I Do; This Is My Place, My Little Universe, One Of Them.

I Have To Keep Moving I Don't Want To Think I'm Going To Work All Day Today I Don't Want To Stop Don't Want To Let My Brain Catch Up My Thoughts How Will I Be Able To Tell Them That I'm A Shadow A Grey Patch Of Cold Rotting Life

All I Can Do Is Just Do Stuff While I Am Alive And Hopefully That Track Record Will Speak For Itself.