Sometimes The Truth Hurts. And Sometimes It

I Got Three Letters Today Telling Me That I'm God. Why Can't I Pay The Rent?

August Used To Be A Sad Month For Me. As The Days Went On, The Thought Of School Starting Weighed Heavily Upon My Young Frame. That, Coupled With The Oppressive Heat And Humidity Of My Native Washington, D.c., Only Seemed To Heighten The Misery.

When You're Kept Out Of The Adult World, It's A Blessing In Disguise.

If I Lose The Light Of The Sun, I Will Write By Candlelight, Moonlight, No Light. If I Lose Paper And Ink, I Will Write In Blood On Forgotten Walls. I Will Write Always. I Will Capture Nights All Over The World And Bring Them To You

I Never Thought About Getting Any Tattoos Removed.