Things Are Rough All Over.

Even The Most Primite Societies Have An Innate Resepect For The Insane.

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.

All My Life I Wanted Somebody Who Knew More Than I Did To Tell Me The Truth.

Nothing Can Wear You Out Like Caring About People

I Have No Idea Why I Write. The Old Standards Are: I Like To Express My Feelings, Stretch My Imagination, Earn Money.