Sometimes I feel like a figment of my own imagination.
There's so much plastic in this culture that vinyl leopard skin is becoming an endangered synthetic.
Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world.
If love is the answer could you please rephrase the question?
Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs.
I mean yes to act out something or take chances in the performance is one thing. But in terms of a camera whatever's captured is captured so that's a little more daunting.
You know being relevant or coming up with something interesting funny to say about what's current is just as hard as it might ever be depending on the serendipity of it all.