In Winter, I Plot And Plan. In

You Can Still Function As A Living Ruin.

Break From Self Rejection, Try Some Introspection.

He Looked At Her Something Turned Cancerous He Was In Love.

I Believe In North, South, East, West, The Seasons, Life And Death, Geography. That Which Is Provable, Absolute And Most Of All, Functional. I Believe In Things That Can Kill Me.

I Would Hate To Think That Some People Have Found Themselves In A Musical Cul-de-sac And Have Ceased To Explore New Music, Or At Least Music That Is New To Them, Because They Are So Glued To The Past.