I assume these structures are made for siting?

I wonder how many tears the ocean has swallowed, how much of the ocean is actually made of tears.

Sure, I’m gray-shading the line that separates stable and crazy, but the point is, there is a line. And I haven’t completely crossed over to lunatic.

My dad always told me that holding a grudge is like swallowing poison and expecting the other person to die.

Nice shack

I like the idea of feeling small. Sometimes life can seem bigger than you, you know? But knowing you're less than a speck in the whole scheme of things takes the pressure off, sort of.

Funny how a little sleep, a little makeup, and a lot of contemplating can make you feel like a different person - a stronger version of yourself.

Morning tide makes a great companion when you don't want to be around people. It soothes and comforts and doesn't ask for anything.

We both know dad was my parental trash can, the fatherly receptacle on whom I dumped my emotions.

But pessimism and reality are usually mistaken for each other

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People that live on the edge of two millenniums are people of a special destiny

People tell me how do they want you.. and I JUST DO STUFF... I JUST DO IT... THAT'S A FACT!

I smoke. If this bothers anyone, I suggest you look around at the world in which we live and shut your f-kin' mouth.

I got told so many times I needed a manager. For a long time I resisted, and I finally got one so I can pay my mortgage, and it helped me from becoming a homeless person.

I love the sounds of Latin jazz, R&B, hip-hop, alternative, all that stuff. I'm a radio kid.

Name anything - high-definition TV, computer obsolescence - and I'm pretty much annoyed by it.

And the stuff that I write, is even tougher than dykes.

As we go through life our relationship with our own mortality and our inevitable demise increases.

I am just myself, and who I am is a lot.

I never felt pressured to create more stories, but dealing with people became really aggravating.