I Can Feel It... The Chance To

You Know Things Are Moving. You're Changing, You Fellow Dead Are Changing, The World Is Ready For Something Miraculous. What Are We Waiting For?

I Can’t Seem To Make Myself Care About Anything To The Right Or Left Of The Present.

Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth Black.

I Adapt To Things Quickly, Including Good Things, Which I Wish I Could Shut Off Sometimes. My Friends Have To Keep Reminding Me How Crazy My Life Has Become, And Then It Hits Me Fresh And I Just Slap My Forehead And Think, "wait, What... ?"

Here We Are On The Road. We Must Be Going Somewhere.