When You Think About It, Most Of

You Think You Know Someone. But Mostly You Just Know What You Want To Know.

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.

Love Requires Context.