I want a space ship from the future. One that isn't blown up by the end of... whatever it's involved with.

I've learned a few new things –
about myself.
The first thing that that I forget –
What I learn.

We're not gonna read you (read you)
lead you
take you by a stick
cause we like you like you (like you)
Ain't this quite a trick?

One of my goals is to offend a large portion of the population, and the other is to show another portion of the population how to love. I'm just not sure which is which.

I've told it once, I've told it twice. If my subconscious doesn't shut up, I'm going to stab it with a fork. Too bad my subconscious isn't something I can do that with. And, if it was, I wouldn't be allowed to! Ah, society. The great one, who keeps us from stabbing each other with forks, AKA – the womb.

By the time I'm 35, I'd rather not participate in a civil war. Or by the time I'm 45. Or 55. Or 65. Or 75. Let's take the prospect of that away, and replace it with something else. Common sense, maybe?