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My Desires Are Foolish. The Things I Want Are Better Kept To Myself. The Hand Of Silence Is Steady. The Hard Blade Of Silence Is Clean Like Night. The Code Is Absolute. Silence Is Eternal And Patient. Silence Never Makes A Fool Of Itself Like I Have So Many Times.

I Wonder If It Is Australia's Great Distance From More Populated Land Masses That Allows Its Inhabitants To Be Left To Their Own Devices, To Be Incredibly Creative And, At Times, To Be Wonderfully Weird.

Can You Imagine Telling A Woman She Can't Vote!? The Women I Hang Out With Would Be Going Home With Parts Of Your Anatomy Swinging From Their Rearview.

I Have Never Experienced Anything Like Walking Out Onto The Stage Of An Oversold Venue And, Before The First Note Is Struck, Realizing That There Is Not Going To Be Enough Oxygen For All Of Us.

I Don't Cuss In Songs. It's Too Easy.