Resident Mockery, Give Us An Hour For

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

Do You Know How Pale & Wanton Thrillful Comes Death On A Strange Hour Unannounced, Unplanned For Like A Scaring Over-friendly Guest You've Brought To Bed Death Makes Angels Of Us All & Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Raven's Claws

I Think In Art, But Especially In Films, People Are Trying To Confirm Their Own Existences.

Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.

Actually I Don't Remember Being Born, It Must Have Happened During One Of My Black Outs.