My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder

Invent Yourself And Then Reinvent Yourself.

People Need Me. I Fill Them. If They Can't See Me For A While They Get Desperate, They Get Sick. But If I See Them Too Often I Get Sick. It's Hard To Feed Without Getting Fed.

You've Got To Rise From The Floor Alone Or Fall Back Alone.

Look, Let Me Put It This Way: With Me, You’re Number One And There Isn’t Even A Number Two.

It Was Hard For Me To Believe. When Recess Was Over I Sat In Class And Thought About It. My Mother Had A Hole And My Father Had A Dong That Shot Juice. How Could They Have Things Like That And Walk Around As If Everything Was Normal, And Talk About Things, And Then Do It And Not Tell Anybody?