So I Rushed Past The Pretty Girls,

We Are Nothing. - Tomorrow We May Be Die. We Are Nothing. - You And Me.

I Realized That I Had Died And Been Reborn Numberless Times But Just Didn't Remember Because The Transitions From Life To Death And Back Are So Ghostly Easy, A Magical Action For Naught, Like Falling Asleep And Waking Up Again A Million Times, The Utter Casualness And Deep Ignorance Of It.

What's In Store For Me In The Direction I Don't Take?

The Page Is Long, Blank, And Full Of Truth. When I Am Through With It, It Shall Probably Be Long, Full, And Empty With Words.

Go Moan For Man. It's The Pathos Of People That Gets Us Down, All The Lovers In This Dream.