Music Is Magic. Magic Is Life

Room Full Of Mirrors, That's More Of A Mental Disarrangement. This Says Something About Broken Glass Used To Be All In My Brain.

I Have To Get Involved In My Own Kind Of Way 'cause I Always Want To Respect My Own Judgments. I Have To Respect My Own Time.

Lots Of The Things We Do Are Dangerous, But Life Itself Is Dangerous; Nothing Is Really Worth Bothering With That Isn't Full Of Danger

Freaks, They Are Very Prejudiced. You Have To Have Your Hair Long And Talk In A Certain Way In Order To Be With Them. In Order To Be The Other Way You Have To Have Your Hair Short And Wear Ties.

You Got Your God And So Do I.