If Someone Wants A Piece Of You,

I Remember The Excruciating School Task Of Writing A Three-page Term Paper. But, Oh, That Feeling When I Was Done! I Think I Drive Myself For That Feeling Of Accomplishment.

Elvis Up In Michigan And Maybe Out In Mars.

I've Always Found Drugs And Alcohol Somewhat Pedestrian. It's Like, I Don't Need An External Agent To Open My Mind. I'm Here, Conscious, Alert, Present. Why Would I Alter That?

Gluttony, Do Not Eat Thy Neighbor's Wife's Popcorn.

It's My Job To Be Better Than The Rest, And That's Enough Reason To Go For Me. It's My Job To Be Better Than The Rest, And That Makes The Day For Me.