I Don't Care What People Do. I

These Days I Don't Know Who Really Likes Me. I Always Assume Most People Are Bullshitting Me.

What's Really Good Is African Drum Music.

I Was Screaming Into The Canyon At The Moment Of My Death; The Echo I Created Outlasted My Last Breath.

This World Is Bullshit. And You Shouldn't Model Your Life — Wait A Second — You Shouldn't Model Your Life About What You Think That We Think Is Cool And What We're Wearing And What We're Saying And Everything. Go With Yourself. Go With Yourself.

He Goes Along Just As A Water Lily Gentle On The Surface Of His Thoughts His Body Floats Unweighed Down By Passion Or Intensity Yet Unaware Of The Depth Upon Which He Coasts And He Finds A Home In Me For What Misfortune Sows, He Knows My Touch Will Reap