I Don't Make It In

I Started Out Performing As A Little Boy, I Was Trying To Make My Mother Feel Better And Laugh Because She Was Sick And In Pain All The Time. I Found Out That I Had That Power To Relieve Her.

You Love The Person For Who They Are, Flaws And All. You Can't Help Who You Love, Either. It Comes From A Different Side Of Your Brain Than The Logic Part That Tells You That This Person Is Horrible For You - "you Should Walk Away!" While You're Walking Away, The Other Part Of Your Brain Is Trying To Gain Control Of Your Bodily Functions. "turn Around! She's The One!"

Ultimately, We’re Not The Avatars We Create. We’re Not The Pictures On The Film Stock. We Are The Light That Shines Through It. All Else Is Just Smoke And Mirrors. Distracting, But Not Truly Compelling.

Maybe There Is No Actual Place Called Hell. Maybe Hell Is Just Having To Listen To Our Grandparents Breathe Through Their Noses When They're Eating Sandwiches.

The Combination Of What's Written And Just Being In The Moment Is Always The Best Way. You Gotta Start Out With Something Solid And Then You Play.