I Said I'd Be Honest, I Never

You Are The Crown Of Creation, And You've Got No Place To Go.

No Matter How Big Or Soft Or Warm Your Bed Is, You Still Have To Get Out Of It.

I Find It Amusing On One Level, Poignant On Another, When People Try To Get Recognition From An Outside Source. It's Sad.

When The Truth Is Found To Be Lies, And All The Joy Within You Dies.

I'm Very Fond Of Drugs.