The More I Go Inside, The More

We Don't Belong Here, But In The Spiritual Sky: As L'm Fated For The Material World, Get Frustrated In The Material World, Senses Never Gratified, Only Swelling Like A Tide, That Could Drown Me In The Material World.

I Believe Love - And Its Feminine, Though Not Necessarily Female, Counterpart, Romance, Is A Private Thing. It's Something I'm Not Willing To Share With The Public.

I Wanted To Be Successful, Not Famous.

Some Got Rabies, Some Got Fleas, Some Got Incurable Diseases From This Cockamamie Business.

The Amount Of Grace I Would Expect From God Should Be Equal To The Amount Of Grace I Can Gather Or Earn. I Get Out What I Put In.