Every Time Truth Comes We Hate It,

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.

Since Those Who Believe They Need A Hero/celebrity Outnumber The Actual Heroes/celebrities, People Feel Safe And Comfortably Justified In Numbers, Committing Egregious Crimes In The Name Of The Greater Social Ego. Ironically Diminishing Their Own True Hero-celebrity Nature In The Process.

I Get Really Afraid Of Those Little Comforts, Those Things That Make Us Feel Like We Did Something Great, Because I've Done Nothing. I've Done Nothing. I Mean That Sincerely.

Every Day Is A Lesson In Focus For Me, And Not Buying Into The World's Concept Of What You Have To Be. I Really Try Every Day To Be Individual And Not Just In My Style Or My Look Or My Music, But In My Approach To Life.

Everything Takes Place In A Season. There Was A Season When That's All I Did Was Listen To The Music. Now I'm Just In A Place Where I Don't Listen, I Create. And If I Do Listen There Are Specific Things That I Listen To, And For Specific Reasons.