My Hands Dead My Heart Dead Silence

Some Nights I Knew That If I Slept I Would Die.

Some People Have Written That My Writing Has Helped Them Go On. It Has Helped Me Too. The Writing, The Roses, The 9 Cats.

Some Lose All Mind And Become Soul,insane. Some Lose All Soul And Become Mind, Intellectual. Some Lose Both And Become Accepted

Basically, That's Why I Wrote: To Save My Ass, To Save My Ass From The Madhouse, From The Streets, From Myself.

I Never Pump Up My Vulgarity. I Wait For It To Arrive In Its Own Terms.