I Rot On The Wall, My Own

I Would Sell My Life To Avoid The Pain That Begins In The Crib With Its Bars Or Perhaps With Your First Breath When The Planets Drill Your Future Into You.

When The Cow Gives Blood And The Christ Is Born We Must All Eat Sacrifices. We Must All Eat Beautiful Women.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

I Wonder If The Artist Ever Lives His Life--he Is So Busy Recreating It.