Just Keep Asking Yourself: What Would Jesus

You Love Me. You Ignore Me. You Save My Life, Then You Cook My Mother Into Soap.

If You Don't Know What You Want, You End Up With A Lot You Don't.

Part Of Her Doing Suicide Intervention Is My Caseworker Has To Mix Me Another Gin And Tonic.

Because After You've Crossed Some Lines, You Just Keep Crossing Them. And There's No Escaping From Constant Escape. Distracting Ourselves. Avoiding Confrontation. Getting Past The Moment. Jacking Off. Television. Denial.

Stone Crumbles. Wood Rots. People, Well They Die. But Things As Fragile As A Thought, A Dream, A Legend, They Can Go On And On.