The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered, 'Where the hell is my roof?
The things I talk about and explain couldn't happen - yet, they don't seem impossible - you could say I talk about the world in an abstract perspective. But then, the world is basically insane - and it's trying to pass itself off as being a sane place. I show it for what it is.
When I was a little kid we had a sand box. It was a quicksand box. I was an only child... eventually.
I'm going to get an MRI to find out whether I have claustrophobia.
I have an existential map. It has 'You are here' written all over it.
My school colors were clear. We used to say, 'I'm not naked, I'm in the band.