Hamlet Got A Gun Now.

And I Wish That I Was Made Of Stone So That I Would Not Have To See A Beauty Impossible To Define A Beauty Impossible To Believe A Beauty Impossible To Endure The Blood Imparted In Little Sips The Smell Of You Still On My Hands As I Bring The Cup Up To My Lips No God Up In The Sky No Devil Beneath The Sea Could Do The Job That You Did, Baby Of Bringing Me To My Knees

Music Is Storming, Driving, Relentless, Devotional, Slinky, Subtle, Heartbreakingly-beautiful Sounds That, Lyrically, Switch From The Cynical To The Sanguine, The Defeated To The Defiant, Dealing In Love, War, Beauty, Children, Romance, Rejection, Pethedine, Poetry, Panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, Cold Potatoes, Too-much-money, Not Enough Money, Writer’s Block, Flowers, Animals And More Flowers. But Maybe I’m Projecting Here.

An Audience Is The Perfect Thing To Unleash Venom And Hate On. It Doesn't Necessarily Mean You Hate Everyone In The Audience But When You've Got A So-called Adoring Mass In Front Of You, It's A Perfect Target For That Kind Of Disgust. Sometimes You Find Yourself In A Position Where You're Venting Your Disgust On An Audience And A Lot Of Them Keep Coming Back 'cos They Actually Like That Aspect. In A Way That Diffuses The Feeling And You Don't Gel The Same Release.

I Have A Very Strange Relationship In General With Women Around My Music. There's Some That Understand It And Some That Think There Should Be A Law Against It.

Accessible Local Libraries Are Vital To Communities And To Children.