My Hits Are Not Hits.

Life Is Like A Box Of Crayons. Most People Are The 8-color Boxes, But What You're Really Looking For Are The 64-color Boxes With The Sharpeners On The Back. I Fancy Myself To Be A 64-color Box, Though I've Got A Few Missing.

Nothing Feels Worse Than Having To Break The Stage Down Before The Performance, And I Mean Nothing.

High School Is Like A Spork: It's A Crappy Spoon And A Crappy Fork, So In The End It's Just Plain Useless.

When You're Just Open But Not Honest, Then You Start Free-associating Garbage.

Sometimes It Feels Like My Life Is Just One Long Day.