I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of

All My Songs Instinctively Erupted From My Guitar And Lyrical Visions Followed The Spirit Of The Music, Bot Image Wise And Rhythmical Cadence Wise. It Remains One Of Life's Greatest Joys To This Day.

Well, On That Day I Ceased Cleansing My Body. No More Brushing My Teeth, No More Washing My Hair, No Baths, No Soap, No Water. Thirty Days Of Debris Build. I Stopped Shavin’ And I Was 18, Had A Little Scraggly Beard, Really Looked Like A Hippie…then Two Weeks Before, I Stopped Eating Any Food With Nutritional Value…then A Week Before, I Stopped Going To The Bathroom. I Did It In My Pants. Poop, Piss The Whole Shot. My Pants Got Crusted Up.

You Have To Save The Habitat, You Have To Save The Population - Not Individual Animals. What You Want To Save Is The Foundation, The Basic Infrastructure From Which Resources Are Produced. You Can't Save Fifi And Boo-boo And Thumper.

I Have Busted More Hippies' Noses Than All The Narcs In The Free World.

I'm Beginning To Wonder If It Would Have Been Best Had The South Won The Civil War.