The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

There's The Know. And There's The Unknown. And What Separates The Two Is The Door, And That's What I Wanta Be. Ahh Wanna Be Th' Dooooooooorrr...

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

There Are Images I Need To Complete My Own Reality.

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom?

Twentieth-century Culture's Disease Is The Inability To Feel Their Reality. People Cluster To Tv, Soap Operas, Movies, Theater, Pop Idols And They Have Wild Emotion Over Symbols. But In The Reality Of Their Own Lives, They're Emotionally Dead.