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Your music sounds better on the radio, for some reason. It’s an amazing feeling. I hope it never goes away.

I attribute a scab to the present state of society. The way the scab looks in its worst state is gross and chaotic and horrible, that’s now, but when it breaks away, there’s a brand new piece of skin that’s stronger than before. It’s like creation out of chaos.

I ain’t affraid to let it out, i’m not affraid to take that fall, but i found beyond all doubt, you say more by saying nothing at all.

There is no end in creativity. Hence, to strive towards an end result is a fool’s errand. Set goals, make music and paint pictures, but know that the crux of your happiness balances delicately on the wings of the act of creativity itself. Not at the finish line.

Shakira’s music isn’t my cup of tea, but the way she moves her hips reminds me of the feeling you get when you climb the gym pole.

Britney Spears. Because she’s a girl, I wouldn’t smack her – I’d lock her in a closet with poisonous spiders or something. Let her think about what she’s doing to the youth culture of America.

I get out on my bike almost every day. If I can’t walk somewhere, I’ll bike or skateboard.

Above our heads exists an infinity of unfathomable fantasiastics: and fields of future fireside fables trail close behind.

I’ll make music, whether or not anyone is listening, for the rest of my life. It’s a natural form of expression for me, the same way I draw and write and sing.