Texas Is As Odd As It Is

A Gun In Your Hand Makes A Fool Out Of You. A Gun In Your Hand Makes A Target Out Of Me.

My Love Runs Deeper Than The Wounds.

I Am Primarily A Loner. I Don't Go To Clubs. I Don't Hang Out With People. I Don't Know Many People. It's Just The Way It Ended Up. It's Not A Sob Story; It's Fine For Me.

More And More, Journalism Seems To Have Hopped Out Of Truth's Pocket And Crept Into Another.

A Rose Trapped Inside A Fist.