I Think Living The Blessed

Jesus But People Got Weird When They Lived Alone.

Make Notes—i’ve Lost More Material Than I’ve Ever Written. Contrary To Popular Opinion, It’s Not Still Up There In One’s Brain. It’s In Outer Space And It Ain’t Coming Back.

For Me Being Depressed Means You Can Spend All Day In Bed, And Still Not Get A Good Night's Rest.

Depending On The Reality One Must Face, One May Prefer To Opt For Illusion.

Two Separate, Distinct Personalities, Not Separate At All, But Inextricably Bound, Soul And Body And Mind, To Each Other, How Did We Get So Far Apart So Fast?