I Still Don't Know What Episcopalian Means.

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap

It's True/ I Do Imbue My Blue Unto Myself/ I Make It Bitter.

Love Is Love, And There Will Never Be Too Much.

I Just Don't Really Listen To Music. I'm Probably Missing Out, But I Don't Want To Know What Everybody Else Is Doing. Nobody Is Strong Enough To Not Be Influenced. And I Don't Mean Influenced By Copying - I'd Be Influenced Because I Wouldn't Want To Do What Someone Else Is Doing. I Want To Be Able To Do Whatever I Feel Like Doing And Not Worry About Anything.

Never Is A Promise, And You Can't Afford To Lie.