Tomorrow Is Always Another Day To Make

My Whole Life At A Certain Point Was Studio, Hotel, Stage, Hotel, Stage, Studio, Stage, Hotel, Studio, Stage. I Was Expressing Everything From My Past, Everything That I Had Experienced Prior To That Studio Stage Time, And It Was Like You Have To Go Back To The Well, In Order To Give Someone Something To Drink. I Felt Like A Cistern, Dried Up And Like There Was Nothing More. And It Was So Beautiful.

For The Past Several Years, I Have Remained What Others Would Consider Underground. I Did This In Order To Build A Community Of People, Like-minded In Their Desire For Freedom And The Right To Pursue Their Goals And Lives Without Being Manipulated And Controlled By A Media Protected Military Industrial Complex With A Completely Different Agenda.

I Need To Be Surrounded By People As Passionate And As Dedicated As I Am.

I Play My Enemies Like A Game Of Chess

My Mother Gave Me A Piece Of Bread, Which Was Love And Encouragement. The Correction Was The Meat, The Substance. And Then She Would Sandwich That, Sandwich That With Another Piece Of Bread, Which Was Love And Encouragement. That Was Very Important In Shaping And Molding Our Morality, Our Understanding Of Ourselves, Making Sure That We Didn’t Think We Were Better Than Or Less Than Anyone, Feeling No More Worthy Or No Less Worthy Than Anyone Else.