But I Found Tai Chi When I

Jealousy Endlessly Eats Through My Mind, And Jealously Endlessly Makes Me Be Unkind.

It's Depressing When You're Still Around And Your Albums Are Out Of Print.

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.

Does Anyone Need Yet Another Politician Caught With His Pants Down And Money Sticking In His Hole?

When You Pass Through The Fire, You Pass Through Humble.