hey, thanks, you guys!

my mom says that those are some of my more compassionate lyrics (i told her to fuck off)...but that one was written many years ago, and of course they're made solely from an observer's viewpoint, as I'VE certainly never used anything for escapism...

but it's always easier to share the rougher stuff; anger & disgust can cause some nice sharp lyrics, whereas love can inspire...the inspired or the inanely insipid...usually the latter, but sometimes gems emerge from the mushy goo within. as with any sets of lyrics, the pairing of unexpected couplings usually produces interesting results, as long as the newly coined metaphors/etc aren't too strained or incomprehensible.

PRH, as for your intake, no worries. what does Oscar Wilde have to say about it? ;)