I'm Very Proud Of Being A Bee

An Artist Is An Artist Because He Is Not Happy With The World, So He Creates His Own Existence.

As The Plane Got Closer To Miami, I Had This Terrible Feeling He Was Dying. Maybe He Was Telling Me That He Was Going. I Felt Anger, Panic, Despair And Helplessness.

I Don't Have Too Much Faith In Destiny, Or An Afterlife. This Is It.

Music Is Being Treated As One Big Karaoke Machine.

I'll Never Get Used To Living Without Mo, But The Painful Things That Surround What Happened To Him Aren't So Painful Any More - Not So Raw Or So New.