She Liked Things That Had Been Written

Longhaired Preachers Come Out Every Night, Tryin' To Tell Us What's Wrong And What's Right. But When Asked About Something To Eat, They Will Tell You In Voices So Sweet. You Will Eat (you Will Eat!) By And By, (by And By!) In That Glorious Land In The Sky. (way Up High!) Work And Pray, Live On Hay, You'll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die. (that's A Lie!)

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

I Remind Myself That No One Day Of Writing Matters All That Much. A Story Is Built Somewhat Like A Stalactite - One Little Drip Of Mud And Grit At A Time.

I Mean, When The World Comes For Your Children, With The Knives Out, It's Your Job To Stand In The Way.

Don't Ever Have Children, Tyler, Unless You're Ready To Be Afraid Everyday For The Rest Of Your Life.