This is an album RECalling all the bizarrely wise words my dad's muttered to me through the years.Or did he?
We are all keys on a chain around a giant woman's sweaty, dusty neck.
A child is someone who falls excited when told to keep calm, and falls calm when told to panic.
It seems I am a freak. When I dream, I'm a mere observer of the freakish. Does this mean you're dreaming?
I'm seldom late. But when I am late, I'm always early to apologise.
Every person is simply highly compressed, gathered dust.
We are nothing but animals with very convincing masks.
Girls dominate, boys salivate.
If I am a moth, and my goal is the light, I'll find it, embrace it, and cling to it tight, until it goes out.