I Am The Lizard King. I Can

Los Angeles Is A City Looking For A Ritual To Join Its Fragments, And The Doors Are Looking For Such A Ritual Also. A Kind Of Electric Wedding. We Hide Ourselves In The Music To Reveal Ourselves.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

A Man Searching For Paradise Lost Can Seem A Fool To Those Who Never Sought The Other World.

No One Here Gets Out Alive.

I Think In Art, But Especially In Films, People Are Trying To Confirm Their Own Existences.