Well, It's Hard To Stumble And Land

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

It's Not Easy To Define Poetry.

How Does It Feel, How Does It Feel To Be Without A Home, Like A Complete Unknown, Like A Rolling Stone.

Jesus Tapped Me On The Shoulder And Said, Bob, Why Are You Resisting Me? I Said, I'm Not Resisting You! He Said, You Gonna Follow Me? I Said, I've Never Thought About That Before! He Said, When You're Not Following Me, You're Resisting Me.

If I Could Have Any Job In The World, I'd Start Out By Writing A Blog On Wired.com.