Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

The Time You Wait Subtracts The Joy The Heads The Angel You Destroy

The Most Loving Parents And Relatives Commit Murder With Smiles On Their Faces. They Force Us To Destroy The Person We Really Are: A Subtle Kind Of Murder.

People Are Strange When You're A Stranger.

Being Drunk Is A Good Disguise. I Drink So I Can Talk To Assholes. This Includes Me.

We Are Content In The 'given' In Sensation's Quest. We Have Been Metamorphosised From A Mad Body Dancing On Hillsides To A Pair Of Eyes Staring In The Dark.