Misery, Depression, Elation All Mine, Refine Confinement

We Know That In September, We Will Wander Through The Warm Winds Of Summer's Wreckage. We Will Welcome Summer's Ghost.

I Live My Life Through The Prism Of Capitalism And Physiological Limits And Eventualities. In All Of That, There Is No Spirituality Required. No God And Karma Is Needed For The Numbers. I Live My Life By The Numbers. Not Only Am I An American, I Am An Americanist.

I Always Start Tours With A Great Deal Of Anticipation.

I Believe That Contentment Or Any Sustained Period Of Joy That Doesn't Inspire Thought That Leads To Action Almost Immediately Is Useless.

Everything You Do Makes My Body Scream With Loneliness.