I Could Really Try New Things. That

I'm Probably 20 Percent Atheist And 80 Percent Agnostic. I Don't Think Anyone Really Knows. You'll Either Find Out Or Not When You Get There, Until Then There's No Point Thinking About It.

So I Swear To God, I Took One Year Where I Just Said, This Year, I'm Just Going To Cop To It And Say To People, 'okay, Where Did We Meet?' But It Just Got Worse. People Were More Offended. Every Now And Then, Someone Will Give Me Context, And I'll Say, 'thank You For Helping Me.' But I Piss More People Off. You Get This Thing, Like, 'you're Being Egotistical. You're Being Conceited.' But It's A Mystery To Me, Man. I Can't Grasp A Face And Yet I Come From Such A Design/aesthetic Point Of View. I Am Going To Get It Tested.

I Know When I Go Outside, There'll Be A Van Or Two And They'll Probably Follow Us Four Out Of Seven Days A Week, Trying To Get Something. But I'm Just Going Across Town And I Know They're Just Wasting Their Day, So It Doesn't Bother Me Anymore.

Without Pain And Suffering, We Would Be Nothing

There's A Constant Chatter In Our House, Whether It's Giggling Or Screaming Or Crying Or Banging. I Love It. I Love It. I Love It. I Hate It When They're Gone. I Hate It. Maybe It's Nice To Be In A Hotel Room For A Day - 'oh, Nice, I Can Finally Read A Paper.' But Then, By The Next Day, I Miss That Cacophony, All That Life.