Though Chains Be Of Gold, They Are

We All Grow Up With Anger. It's Part Of The Human Condition. But What Do You Do With That? It Seems Obvious To Me That You've Got To Use It For Something, But You Have To Separate It From Your Ego.

I Can't Imagine My Life Any Other Way Than It's Been.

One Day You're Waiting For The Sky To Fall, The Next You're Dazzled By The Beauty Of It All.

I Watch The Confusion Of Friends All Numb With Love Moving Like Stray Dogs To The Anthem Of Night Long Conversations Of Pulsing Rhythms And Random Voltage Voices In Spite Of Themselves Graceful As These Raindrops Creeping Spermlike Across The Car Window.

Little Round Planet In A Big Universe, Sometimes It Looks Blessed, Sometimes It Looks Cursed. Depends What You Look At Obviously, But Even More It Depends On The Way That You See.