I Have A Writing Addiction.

I Have Written A Song That Says: If You Ever Lose Someone Dear To You, Never Say The Words, "they're Gone," And They'll Come Back.

Hard To Say What's Right When All I Wanna Do Is Wrong.

I’m Still Very Much A Kid Inside Myself.

Time Is A Mind Construct. It's Not Real.

All These Non-singing, Non-dancing, Wish-i-had-me-some-clothes Fools Who Tell Me My Albums Suck. Why Should I Pay Any Attention To Them?