Artistic License Sneered Through The Thin Fabric.

The Demons Are Innumerable, Arrive At The Most Inappropriate Times And Create Panic And Terror. But I Have Learned That If I Can Master The Negative Forces And Harness Them To My Chariot, Then They Can Work To My Advantage. Lilies Often Grow Out Of Carcasses' Arseholes.

There's Always A Tension In Me Between My Urge To Destroy And My Will To Live... Every Morning I Wake Up With A New Wrath, A New Suspiciousness, A New Desire To Live.

Occasionally I Sense An Insane Wail Deep Down In The Pit, The Echo Alone Reaching Me, Striking Without Warning, A Child Weeping Uninhibitedly, Imprisoned Forever.

Sometimes I Go For Days Without Speaking To A Soul. I Think, “i Should Make That Call", But I Put It Off. Because There’s Something Pleasurable About Not Talking. But Then I Love Talking, So It’s Not That. But Sometimes It Can Be Nice. It’s Not Like I Sit Here Philosophizing, Because I’ve No Talent For That. It’s Just This Thing About Silence That’s So Wonderful.

No Form Of Art Goes Beyond Ordinary Consciousness As Film Does, Straight To Our Emotions, Deep Into The Twilight Room Of The Soul.