The Rain's Innumerable Hooves Spatter On The

I Think Words Operate Like Musical Notes That The Eyeball Hears.

I'm From A Time And Place Where Bigheadedness Was A Really Savage Crime, And You'd Get Cut Down For It By Your Peers And Parents.

Music’s A Wood You Walk Through.

Human Hunger Birthed The Civlize, But Human Hunger Killed It Too.

Good Moods’re As Fragile As Eggs...bad Moods’re As Fragile As Bricks.