Everyone's In Their Own Personal Coma.

I Told Him To Buy Land, My Mum Says, They’re Not Making It Anymore.

Nobody's Told Me Anything To Date That I've Been Completely Reviled By.

The More Things You Own, The More They Own You.

As An Artist You Organize Your Life So That You Get A Chance To Paint, A Window Of Time, But That's No Guarantee You'll Create Anything Worth All Your Effort. You're Always Haunt By The Idea You're Wasting Your Life.

The Police Are Asking Through The Bedroom Door, Why Did I Make A Batch Of Strawberry Daiquiris Before I Called Them? Because We Were Out Of Raspberries. Because, Can't They See, It Just Does Not Matter. Time Was Not Of The Essence.