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I Can't Satisfy Myself With Just Trying To Tie All Of My Imagination Into Music, Especially When Music Is Not Appreciated As An Art Form As Much As It Used To Be.

For Me, It's Never Been An Ego Situation Where I Have Been "i'm The Boss; Expletive You." It's Always Been A Situation Where Someone Comes To Me And Says "i Can't Tolerate Working With You Anymore" And I Would Admit Sometimes I Wouldn't Blame Them For That. But I Also Sometimes Think I'm Not That Difficult To Figure Out. I Don't Really Know What Has Driven People To Be So Angry And Bitter - People Like My Old Keyboard Player Pogo, Who I've Known For Such A Long Time. I Feel Bad For Him, But There Are Grievances With Everything.

I Can't Sleep Without The Tv On. It Doesn't Matter Where It Is. I Don't Like Silence. My Ears Ring From Loud Music.

I Have Mood Poisoning. Must Be Something I Hate.

But What's Real? You Can't Find The Truth. You Just Pick The Lie You Like Best. As Long As You Know That Everything's A Lie, You Can't Hurt Yourself.