The Beautiful People In The

Mirror That Lies, Mirror That Lies, That Can't Be Me In The Gorilla Disguise.

Grief Is Like The Wake Behind A Boat. It Starts Out As A Huge Wave That Follows Close Behind You And Is Big Enough To Swamp And Drown You If You Suddenly Stop Moving Forward. But If You Do Keep Moving, The Big Wake Will Eventually Dissipate. And After A Long Time, The Waters Of Your Life Get Calm Again, And That Is When The Memories Of Those Who Have Left Begin To Shine As Bright And As Enduring As The Stars Above.

Tell Me Where Are The Flashbacks They All Warned Us Would Come?

I've Got A Caribbean Soul I Can Barely Control, And Some Texas Hidden Here In My Heart!

He Went To Paris Looking For Answers To Questions That Bothered Him So. He Was Impressive, Young And Aggressive, Saving The World On His Own.