All Games Contain The Idea Of Death.

I Think, In These Days, Especially In The States, You Have To Be A Politician Or An Assassin Or Something, To Really Be A Superstar.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

Sex Is Full Of Lies. The Body Tries To Tell The Truth. But, It's Usually Too Battered With Rules To Be Heard, And Bound With Pretenses So It Can Hardly Move. We Cripple Ourselves With Lies.

What Have They Done To The Earth? What Have They Done To Our Fair Sister? Ravaged And Plundered And Ripped Her And Bit Her Stuck Her With Knives In The Side Of The Dawn And Tied Her With Fences And Dragged Her Down

Out Here On The Perimeter There Are No Stars. Out Here We Is Stoned. Immaculate.