Texting Is Apocalyptic On Some

Brother, Be A Brother, Fill This Tiny Cup Of Mine. And Please, Sir, Make It Whiskey: I Have No Head For Wine!

Sorrow's Child Grieves Not What Has Passed, But All The Past Still Yet To Come.

Most Of The Time, Feelings Just Seem To Get In The Way. They're A Luxury For The Idle, A Bourgeois Concept. Feelings Are Overrated.

What You're Really After When You See A Film Or Listen To A Song Is A Singular Vision, And I'm Not Sure How Much Of That You Really Get In Hollywood.

I Think I Have Always Had A Pretty Strong Creative Impulse. And That Has Probably Saved Me From Abandoning Myself Completely.