With Some Of The Songs, We Brought

Chips Of Plutonium Are Twinkling In Every Lung.

Clowns Are Always Creepy!

I Think As A Mature Artist, You're Probably Always Trying To Undo The Compromises Of One's Self [in General]. It's Not Necessarily To Do With Youth.

As The People Grow Colder, I Turn To My Computer And Spend My Evenings With It Like A Friend.

The Only Person With You All Your Life Is You. Your Parents Die. Things Inside You Die — Illusions, Gushes Of Personality. Only You Can Sort Yourself Out. Yourself May Not Be All You Need, But It’s All You’ve Got.