My Head's A Carousel Of Pictures And

I Think It Is More Like A Ghost That Has Been Following Us Both. Something Vague That We're Not Seeing, Something More Like A Feeling.

I Understand Why People Get Desensitized And Roll Their Eyes When They Hear A Protest Song, Or Even A Politician Making Some Flowery Speech. It Doesn't Really Change Anything.

Everything Must Belong Somewhere. I Know That Now, That's Why I'm Staying Here.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez Is One Of My All-time Favorite Writers. I Feel Spiritual When Reading His Words, Even Though They're Translated. I Wish Desperately That I Could Read It In Its Original Language. I Already Feel Like I'm Going To Church When I Read Him; Imagine If I Could Read It In The Original.

I'm Ripe For The Picking For The Scientologists - One Of Those Creeps. Someone's Got To Find Me. Some Little Weird Cult Can Just Pluck Me Up, Because I'm Ripe For The Picking.