Dreams Don't Come True. Dreams Are True.

Rap Music... Sounds Like Somebody Feeding A Rhyming Dictionary To A Popcorn Popper.

Toys Are Made In Heaven, Batteries Are Made In Hell.

Me? I Stand For Uncertainty, Insecurity, Bad Taste, Fun, And Things That Go Boom In The Night.

My Life Is Not Merely A Public Phenomenon, It Is A Solitary Adventure As Well.

But Why Diminish Your Soul Being Run-of-the-mill At Something? Mediocrity: Now There Is Ugliness For You. Mediocrity's A Hairball Coughed Up On The Persian Carpet Of Creation.