People Do Think That If They Avoid

Jesus Was A Suicide, If You Ask Me.

I Grew Up At The Piano, And I Longed To Write Musicals.

Mama, I Know You Used To Ride The Bus. Riding The Bus, And It’s Hot And Bumpy And Crowded And Too Noisy, And More Than Anything Else In The World, You Wanna Get Off. And The Only Reason In The World You Don’t Get Off Is It’s Still Fifty Blocks From Where You’re Going. Well, I Can Get Off Right Now If I Want To. Because Even If I Ride Fifty More Years And Get Off Then, It’s Still The Same Place When I Step Down To It. Whenever I Feel Like It, I Can Get Off. Whenever I’ve Had Enough, It’s My Stop. I’ve Had Enough.

If I Had Not Had Music In My Life, I Would Be The Neurasthenic Vision Of The Playwright.

I'm Just Not Having A Very Good Time And I Don't Have Any Reason To Think It'll Get Anything But Worse. I'm Tired. I'm Hurt. I'm Sad. I Feel Used.