Been Riding Broomsticks Since She Was Fifteen.

I Didn't Know It Was Anger Until They Told Me That It Was, Like With Destruction And All That. But I Believe Everybody Should Have Like A Room Where They Can Get Rid Of All Their Releases, Where They Can Do Their Releases At. So My Room Is A Stage.

Butterflies And Zebras And Moonbeams And Fairy Tales That's All She Ever Thinks About Riding With The Wind.

All I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland.

Rock Is So Much Fun. That's What It's All About - Filling Up The Chest Cavities And Empty Kneecaps And Elbows.

Is This Love, Baby, Or Is This Just Confusion?