I Was Built For The Long Run,

How Do I Stay So Healthy And Boyishly Handsome? It's Simple. I Drink The Blood Of Young Runaways.

What Have I Done? I've Blundered My Way Through Life. So I Have My Picture On The Wall. The Minute I Die, That Picture Will Start To Yellow And Fade And Eventually Be Gone. Blown In The Wind And Become Part Of The Molecular Structure Of Something Else. These Things We See As "success," They're Non-accomplishments.

I'm So Not Ready To Die. It Petrifies Me. I Go Alone. I Go To A Place I Don't Know. It Might Be Painful. It Might Be The End. My Thought Is That It Is The End. I Become Nameless, And I Spent A Lifetime Being Known.

If Saving Money Is Wrong, I Don't Want To Be Right!

I'm Not Going To Have A Tombstone. I'm Going To Be Tossed In The Air. Ashes, Tossed Like A Salad.