I Wish That Being Famous

The More I Lived With Jan, The More I Loved Her, The More I Made Her Miserable. It Was A Vicious Cycle (page 209)……the More I Loved Her The More I Hated Her. And The More She Loved Me, The More I Harmed Myself (page 269).

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.

What About This Overcrowded Land/how Much More Abuse From Man Can She Stand?

Who Isn't Fascinated By Evil?

Natural Fact Is, I Can't Pay My Taxes. Make Me Wanna Holler And Throw Up On My Hands.