Mostly What I Listen To When I

As We Know, Forgiveness Of Oneself Is The Hardest Of All The Forgivenesses.

As Long As We Keep Searching, The Answers Come.

You Don't Get To Choose How You're Going To Die, Or When. You Can Only Decide How You're Going To Live. Now.

Put Tattoos All Up And Down Our Thighs, Do Anything Our Parents Would Despise. Take Uppers, Downers, Blues, And Reds And Yellows, Our Brains Are Turning Into Jello.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.