Obviously, I'm Not Homeless. I'm

What Is The Soul? What Color Is It? I Suspected My Soul, Being Mischievous, Might Slip Away While I Was Dreaming And Fail To Return. I Did My Best Not To Fall Asleep, To Keep It Inside Of Me Where It Belonged.

Words Are Just Rules And Regulations To Me.

Jesus Died For Somebody's Sins But Not Mine.

People Don't Realize We Have These Built-in Seven-league Boots. The Body Can Go Anywhere. It Is Physically Capable Of Sustaining Almost Any Kind Of Abuse, Or Any Dream.

I've Always Had A Desire To Write Something And Capture People's Imagination Like Peter Pan Had Captured Mine.