People Assume That All Artists Make For

To Heal The Wound, You Have To Go Into The Dark Night Of The Soul.

I'm A Hard Worker. I Get My Hands Dirty.

Anything A Wife Should Do, I'm Terrible At. Anything A Mistress Should Do, I'll Try.

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.

You Don't Know The Power That You Have With That Tear In Your Hand