In The World Of Tomorrow,

The Outer Space Beings Are My Brothers. They Sent Me Here. They Already Know My Music.

If You’re Not Mad At The World, You Don’t Have What It Takes

Behold The Pre-prophetic Symbols Of The Planes Of Never. Behold, Behold This Thisness! This Isness.

It's Such A Tragedy That Man Endures In Killing His Brother And His Own Kind, Putting Him In Jail And Insane Asylums, Letting Him Lay Out In The Street.

I Am A Musician, But I'm Another Type Of Musician.