This song is one of my most complicated songs. It is quite difficult to understand but it means that we the people of the world are destroying ourselves. We will one day reach the end of our welcome on this planet and it will be destroyed because of all of the things that we have done to destroy this beautiful planet.

About prostitutes and things on that line…

Kids are our future, they need our investment.

Hoarders have a mental illness, why can’t our officials see that?

Finding refuge in beauty.

Most people read this, and think I was in a sad place when I wrote it. I wasn’t. I was in a very angry place, but even when I’m not angry I find these words to ring true, fore, everyone is dead. Maybe not physically, but mentally and spiritually.

Five year old Ricky Johnson is a bratty, naughty little boy. He has red curly hair, freckles and big blue eyes. Spoiled by his parents he gets everything that he wants until…

Don’t you just have th’ itch?

There are two groups of people. Each one has freedom. Does one have freedom over the other one’s freedom.

What is art, and when does it become something else?