Young, Gay And Stuck In Arkansas? Sounds

When I'm Off The Road, And I Can Really Control My Diet Down To The Calorie, I Juice Seven Days A Week. Every Afternoon, Whatever I Have At Hand, Beets, Carrots, Ginger, Whatever. I Juice, Literally, Every Single Day. And On The Road, I Try To Find Fresh Juice Wherever I Can.

I See Walking Bombs On The Street Hearts Not Beating, But Ticking

You Have To Get Away From Them. You Have To Get As Far Away As You Can Otherwise They'll Kill You With Their Lives. They Don't Know What They Do. They Are Careless With Themselves And They Take Too Much For Granted. They Make Their Shortcomings Your Problem. The Only Way To Keep Your Head Above It And Heal Your Wounds Is To Crawl Away.

I Have Come To The Conclusion That It's A Waste Of Time To Have Too Much Pride In Anything. Perhaps It's Good To Have A Sense Of Duty, A Jealous Zeal To Protect Or Improve, But Pride Ultimately Is Only That Which Stands Vulnerable To Offense And Degradation.

Am I Self-righteous? Why Not? It's Not Like I Can Count On You To Be Righteous For Me.