I'm The First To Admit This Whole

Humor Is Not Debatable. It's Like Sex. Either You're Aroused Or You're Not. Nobody Can Reason You Around To Their Point Of View.

There Are Peaks, There Are Valleys. But They're All Kind Of Carved And Smoothed Out, And It Feels Like A Low Level Of Despair You Live In. Where You're Not Getting Any Answers, But You're Living Ok. And You Can Smile At The Office. You Know? But It's A Low Level Of Despair. I Was On Prozac For A Long Time. It May Have Helped Me Out Of A Jam For A Little Bit, But People Stay On It Forever. I Had To Get Off At A Certain Point Because I Realized That, You Know, Everything's Just Ok.

Our Eyes Are Not Viewers, They're Also Projectors That Are Running A Second Story Over The Picture That We See In Front Of Us All The Time. Fear Is Writing That Script, And The Working Title Is 'i'll Never Be Enough'

I've Tried Everything. I've Done Therapy, I've Done Colonics. I Went To A Psychic Who Had Me Running Around Town Buying Pieces Of Ribbon To Fill The Colors In My Aura. Did The Prozac Thing.

When The First Big Paycheque With 'dumb And Dumber' Hit, I Went: 'gosh, I Wonder If This Will Affect My Performance. Will I Do A Take And Think, Was That Worth $7 Million?' But That Never Happened. If Anything, It Made Me Rebel Against That Thing When People Who Get Rich Start Playing It Safe.