People Think That I Work

Life Is Like Sanskrit Read To A Pony.

They Tied His Arms Behind His Back To Teach Him How To Swim, They Put Blood In His Coffee And Milk In His Gin.

Nothing Beats 2 Guitars, Drum And Bass.

Well, Everybody Does Something, Some People Race Cars, Others Collect Stamps, I Find Tai Chi To Be Philosophically, Aesthetically, Physically And Spiritually Fascinating.

It Always Bothers Me To See People Writing Rip When A Person Dies. It Just Feels So Insincere And Like A Cop Out. To Me, Rip Is The Microwave Dinner Of Posthumous Honours.