When You Die It's The End Of

The Words I Overuse Are All Adverbs.

When You're Looking For Someone, You're Looking For Some Aspect Of Yourself, Even If You Don't Know It ... What We're Searching For Is What We Lack.

I Believe In My Mask-- The Man I Made Up Is Me I Believe In My Dance-- And My Destiny

I Was Shot In The Wrist When I Was A Kid. Deliberately.

You Can’t Keep Messing Me Around Like This. It’s Been Going On Too Long. I Can’t Take It Anymore. I Get Sick Every Time You Come Around. Then I Get Sick When You Leave. You’re Like A Disease To Me.