I Feel Occasionally My Skull Will Crack,

And There's The Fallacy Of Existence: The Idea That One Could Be Happy Forever And Age With A Given Situation Or Series Of Accomplishments.

What I Cannot Forgive Is Dishonesty - And No Matter What, Or How Hard, I Would Rather Know The Truth Of Which I Today Had Such A Clear & Devastating Vision From His Mouth Than Hear Foul Evasions, Blurrings And Rattiness.

I'm Doped And Thick From My Last Sleeping Pill.

Your Room Is Not Your Prison. You Are.

I Am Made, Crudely, For Success.