I Prefer Christmas, Which Is Everybody's Holiday.

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

Unlike Some Of My Peers, I Haven't Really Hit A Writer's Block. When I Hit A Block I Just Paint, Which Is An Old Crop Rotation Trick.

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.

I Still Believe In The Power Of The Word, That Words Inspire.

I'm A Fine Artist Working In A Commercial Arena, So That's My Cross To Bear