You Mean Nothing To No One But

I Don't See Any Harm In Letting Whatever Comes Out Come Out Of You, Even If It's Sort Of Weird, Or Dark, Or Painful, Or Too Embarrassing, Or Whatever. I Feel Like You Might As Well Get It Down For Yourself. It Can't Do Anything But Help You Get To Where You Want To Be By Recognizing The Thoughts That You're Having.

I Like Science Fiction. Arthur C. Clarke, Philip K. Dick And Vonnegut, And I Really Like Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale. And You Know, So Much Of Science Fiction Has To Do With Predicting What’s To Come, So I Think That’s Really Interesting.

We Must Memorize Nine Numbers And Deny We Have A Soul.

I've Never Conceptualized Much Of What I Write About. Maybe, Once I'm Onto Something, I'll Conceptualize A Finished Record. I Want The Songs To Tie Together And Make Sense Together. I'm Not Like, "oh, I Want To Explore This Idea." That's Just Not How The Creative Process Works For Me. It's More Like Something Strikes Me, Or Finds Me, And Then I Wrestle With It After That. I Don't Sit Back In My Armchair, Like, "what Kind Of Philosophy Can I Explore Today?"

Well Morning Came, And It Dressed The Sky In A Lovely Yellow Gown. Shopping Malls Are Opening In That Narrow Hallway Of Downtown, Filled With People Who Are Shopping For Their Lovers And Their Friends, Singing "i Won't Ever Be Lonely Again