I Refuse To Believe That Hendrix Had

I Didn't Write About Aspects Of My Public Life Because That's A Small Part Of My Life.

Punk Rock Is Just Another Word For Freedom.

I Watch A Lot Of Crime Shows. The Head Investigator Always Said To The Crime Solver, "what Do You Say?" And Inevitably The Other Has To Say Something Like, "well I'm Thinking He Was Shot In The Neck With A Certain Gun And He Seemed To Be Running." The Solver Has To Picture What He's Seeing First, And Then Express His Own Observations. The Writer Does The Same.

I Remember When You Were Born, It Was Dawn And The Storm Settled Near My Belly. And I Rolled In The Grass And Spit Out The Gas, And I Lit A Match And The Void Went Flash. And The Sky Split And The Planets Hit, Balls Of Jade Dropped And Existence Stopped.

My Mission Is To Communicate, To Wake People Up, Just To Give Them My Energy And Accept Theirs.