No One Here Gets Out Alive.

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

Tell Them You Came, And Saw, And Looked Into My Eyes And Saw The Shadow Of The Guard Receding. Thoughts In Time And Out Of Season, The Hitchinker Stood By The Side Of The Road And Levelled His Thumb In The Calm Calculus Of Reason. [...] Why Does My Mind Circle Around You? Why Do Planets Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be You? All Your Soft Wild Promises Were Words, Birds, Endlessly In Flight.

The Night Is Young & Full Of Rest I Can’t Describe The Way She’s Dress’d She’ll Pander To Some Strange Requests Anything That You Suggest Anything To Please Her Guest.

Whoever Controls The Media, Controls The Mind.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.