Ira Gershwin, Shame On Him. I Mean,

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

She'll Prophesy Your Death. She Won't Say When.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

Morgellons Is Constantly Morphing. There Are Times When It's Directly Attacking The Nervous System, As If You're Being Bitten By Fleas And Lice. It's All In The Tissue And It's Not A Hallucination. It Was Eating Me Alive, Sucking The Juices Out. I've Been Sick All My Life.