Music Inflames Temperament.

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

Keep Your Eyes On The Road, Your Hands Upon The Wheel.

I've Noticed That When People Are Joking They're Usually Dead Serious, And When They're Serious, They're Usually Pretty Funny.