I've never been good with words, and I can barely write. So I'd never allow myself to express my thoughts on a subject so grand. Right now I'm suffering of artist's block. Life is frustrating, troubling when you live in a box, and your excess amount of vanity, pride and confidence is the only thing that is preventing corruption and self-destruction. You don't make much sense, and you live life to dream. Silly dreams of being a crack whore.