Keep A Clean Nose, Watch The Plain-clothes.

People Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.

The Truth That I Am Seeking Is In Your Missing File.

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.