It Began As A Mistake.

This Time Has Finished Me.

In The Morning It Was Morning And I Was Still Alive.

Well, People Got Attatched. Once You Cut The Umbilical Cord They Attatched To The Other Things. Sight, Sound, Sex, Money, Mirages, Mothers, Masturbation, Murder, And Monday Morning Hangovers.

Some People Never Go Crazy, What Truly Horrible Lives They Must Live.

Art Is Its Own Excuse, And It's Either Art Or It's Something Else. It's Either A Poem Or A Piece Of Cheese.