Categories Are Gibberish To Me. I Understand

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap

Heaven Help Me For The Way I Am, Save Me From These Evil Deeds Before I Get Them Done.

If I Had A Kid, And I Had A Choice Between Teaching Somebody How To Avoid Trouble, Or Teaching Them How To Get Out Of It, I'd Teach Them How To Get Out Of It.

I Don't Know If Anybody Wants To Mix Their Politics With Their Entertainment.

Because For Whatever Reason, Even Though I Want To Stay Home All The Time And Be Left Alone, I Want To Tell The World Who I Am Now.