Nobody On The Road. Nobody On The

I Try To Write Conversationally; I Try To Write Like People Speak And Put The Emphasis On The Right Syllable.

No Shame, No Solution, No Remorse, No Retribution, Just People Selling T-shirts.

Don't Look Back, You Can Never Look Back

For Every Moment Of Joy Every Hour Of Fear For Every Winding Road That Brought Me Here For Every Breath, For Every Day Of Living This Is My Thanksgiving

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.