"Crazies of the world, unite. Keep your paranoid notebooks up-to-date and thumb them over at midnight and when things start to reach a head inside you, send away the coupon for the mail-order gun."

Ever feel like you're losin it, and it only takes a loving grin to catch yourself?

genetic muster

i am the captain of my soul

unwanted, withdrawal

starry eyes

maybe it's the sex that kills

under my roof