I know... a little about everything
I have... no illusions
I wish... I knew more people like me
I hate... stupidity
I miss... my band and my games
I fear... nothing
I hear... cries for help
I search... for needles in haystacks
I wonder... if humanity is ever going to 'get it'
I regret... only one thing
I love... on many levels
I ache... when abandoned
I care... for many
I always... find the humour in things
I am not... a typical guy
I dance... to burn off aggression
I sing... like a black guy
I cry... when no one's watching
I do not always... think far enough ahead
I fight... for what I believe in
I write... what sounds good at the time
I lost... people very close to me
I confuse... as little as possible
I listen... when I'm needed
I can usually be found... pointing out idiocy
I need... a drink
I am happy about... me
I should... take a shower
I am... chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I have come to tell you that you are free.