I Never Brag, How Real

No Temporary Chaos Is Worth Your Sanity.

I Sip The Dom P Watching Gandhi Til I'm Charged - Writing In My Book Of Rhymes, All The Words Past The Margin

Use Your Own Intuition. You Are Tomorrow.

If The Virgin Mary Had An Abortion, I'd Still Be Carried In A Chariot Of Stampeding Horses.

What You Base Your Happiness Around? Material, Women, And Large Paper? That Means You Inferior, Not Major.