So I'll Put On My Bob Marley

Without Geography You're Nowhere.

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.

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?

If Life Gives You Limes, Make Margaritas.

We're Just Recycled History Machines, Cavemen In Faded Blue Jeans.