What Was Freely Given To

The Only Help I Need To Live, Is Unprofessional. The Only Wealth I Have To Give, Is Not Material. And If You Need Much More Than That, I'm Not Available.

I Used To Play My Records Aloud Until One Night My Mother Was Like, "this Is Too Loud. I'm Not Having It," And So I Put On Headphones. But The Headphones Didn't Stretch All The Way To My Bed From The Record Player, So I Had To Sleep On The Floor In Order To Hear The Records. I Slept On The Floor Right Next To The Record Player Until I Was Probably 19 Years Old.

Everybody Has A Choice. I Am Not Here To Shove My Light Down Everybody's Throat. For Those Who Don't Want It, I Have Nothing To Defend.

I Have Hour Spurts When I Feel Fine And I Can Walk Normal And Stuff, Other Hours, I'm Wobbling. I Feel Like There's Somebody Behind Me Kicking My Legs Out From Underneath Me. The Whole Tumor Symptom Thing Is Crazy. It's Unpredictable. It Really Messes With Your Life.

I Play My Enemies Like A Game Of Chess