I Inherited My Father's Insatiable Desire To

Sometimes, Out Of Really Horrible Things Come Really Beautiful Things.

I'm An Artist And I Get Very Attached To My Own Little Ditties.

I'm Still A Little Bent, A Little Crooked, But All Things Considered, I Can't Complain.

Death By Evaporation. May The Saltwater Wind That Gets Shot Out Of A Barreling Wave Blow Me Away Like An Old Puffy Dandelion Into The Sky.

We Didn't Think About It But We Never Wanted To Sound Like Anybody Else.