No One Gets Out Of Here Alive.

Each Generation Wants New Symbols, New People, New Names. They Want To Divorce Themselves From Their Predecessors.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

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.

I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled

Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.