Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army

I Define Nothing. Not Beauty, Not Patriotism. I Take Each Thing As It Is, Without Prior Rules About What It Should Be.

There's A Lot Of False Prophets Around And That's The Trouble. People Say They Think They Know What's Right And Other People Get People To Follow Them Because They Have A Certain Type Of Charisma, And There's Always People Willing To Take Over. People Want A Leader. And There Will Be More And More Of Them.

When Somethin's Not Right It's Wrong.

People Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

The First Thing You Notice About New Orleans Are The Burying Grounds - The Cemeteries - And They're A Cold Proposition, One Of The Best Things There Are Here. Going By, You Try To Be As Quiet As Possible, Better To Let Them Sleep. Greek, Roman, Sepulchres- Palatial Mausoleums Made To Order, Phantomesque, Signs And Symbols Of Hidden Decay - Ghosts Of Women And Men Who Have Sinned And Who've Died And Are Now Living In Tombs. The Past Doesn't Pass Away So Quickly Here. You Could Be Dead For A Long Time