Dance First. Think Later. It's The Natural

The Only Sin Is The Sin Of Being Born.

You Cried For Night - It Falls. Now Cry In Darkness.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

The Essential Is To Go On Squirming Forever At The End Of The Line, As Long As There Are Waters And Banks And Ravening In Heaven Asporting God To Plague His Creature, Per Pro His Chosen Shits.