The Beauty Of Things Must Be That

I Wish The Whole World Was Dead Serious About Food Instead Of Silly Rockets And Machines And Explosives Using Everybody's Food Money To Blow Their Heads Off Anyway.

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.

Because The Only People For Me Are The Mad Ones.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

Oftentimes An Originator Of New Language Forms Is Called 'pretentious' By Jealous Talents. But It Ain’t Whatcha Write, It’s The Way Atcha Write It.