Pick A Sin We Can Both Live

I Felt Like It Needed Some Color Down There, So I Painted The Walls With The Motherfucker.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

You Loved Me As Hard As You Knew How. I'd Give Anything To Go Back And Love You Better.

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.