Who Knows How Long This Will Last,

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

I Said, Baby, Do You Have No Shame? She Just Looked At Me, Uncomprehendingly, Like Cows At A Passing Train.

Johnny Can Get Down And Johnny Can Throw Up, But Johnny Can't Read.

I Don't Want To Discount Talent And Ability, But I Still Maintain That A Lot Of It Is Just Sheer Desire.

My Creative Life Is A Constant Struggle To Achieve A Balance Between Letting Things Flow In And Letting Things Flow Out.