Hate Contains Truth. Beauty Is A Facade.

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.

The Streets Were Full Of Insane & Dull People. Most Of Them Lived In Nice Houses And Didn't Seem To Work, And You Wondered How They Did It.

Dying Should Come Easy: Like A Freight Train You Don't Hear When Your Back Is Turned.

There Is Enough Treachery , Hatred Violence Absurdity In The Average Human Being To Supply Any Given Army On Any Given Day

It Will Rain All This Night And We Will Sleep Transfixed By The Dark Water As Our Blood Runs Through Our Fragile Life.