I Listen To The Tick Of An

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

She Feels And She Cries. It Is To Be Admired.

I Can Run Fast When I Want To Run Fast, And I've Always Been Good At Destroying Things.

I've Always Wondered What It Would Be Like If The Messiah, Or Christ Returned, Were Actually Alive And Living In Our Society; Who Would That Person Be, How We Would Identify Them, How Would They Live And What Would They Believe In, How Would Society React To Them? I Decided To Try And Tell My Idea Of That Story.

I Don't Want To Walk In The Middle. I Want People To Read What I Write And Feel Strongly About It. If, At Some Point, Whatever I Am Doing Is Failing To Elicit A Response, Whether It's Very Positive Or Very Negative, Then I Am Going To Stop Doing It.