The Excerpts of Chief Lakota.

I want to watch into the wild, with a glass of coffee, and enjoy a nice massage. But I suppose that's why they're called dreams.

Some people cry and some people die by the wicked ways of love, but I just keep rolling along with the praise from the lord above.

I need a girlfriend who I can talk to about physics, a girl who would play guitar while I play banjo, who enjoys Stanley Kubric, Martin Scorsese, and Darren Aronofsky. A girl who could discuss the works of Ralph Emerson, Thomas Paine, and John Locke, all while we travel the world, decrypting it's enigmatic existence.

Getting together with some friends to write some music. Time to put my practice to work.

Badass party last night, and a pool party tonight. This year looks promising.

Life is like a hurricane, here in Duckburg. Race cars, lasers, aeroplanes. It's a duck blur. Might solve a mystery, or rewrite history. Duck Tales, ooh hoo! Everyday they're out there making, Duck Tales, ooh hoo! Tales of daring do bad and good, luck tales, ooh hoo! When it seems they're headed for the final curtain, cool deduction never fails, that's for certain. The worst of messes, become successes. Duck Tales, ooh hoo!

I love when I find a girl who actually likes to hear me talk about physics. Or just hear me talk about anything on my mind.

I want to train grizzly bears to perform basic tasks like getting me beers, holding my beer bong for me, and making sure I don't choke on my own vomit.