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I've Spread My Legs In The Backseat In A Creative Sense Quite A Few Times.

Sometimes Stories Cry Out To Be Told In Such Loud Voices That You Write Them Just To Shut Them Up.

I Don't Ask Myself, "well, Does God Exist Or Does God Not Exist?" I Choose To Believe That God Exists, And Therefore I Can Say, "god, I Can't Do This By Myself. Help Me Not To Take A Drink Today. Help Me Not To Take A Drug Today." And That Works Fine For Me.

The Color White Is The Absence Of Memory.

It's Up To Men To Build Things ... It's Up To God To Blow Them Down.