There's No Chance At All: We Are

You've Got To Burn Straight Up And Down And Then Maybe Sidewise For A While And Have Your Guts Scrambled By A Bully And The Demonic Ladies, You've Got To Run Along The Edge Of Madness Teetering, You've Got To Starve Like A Winter Alleycat, You've Go To Live With The Imbecility Of At Least A Dozen Cities, Then Maybe Maybe Maybe You Might Know Where You Are For A Tiny Blinking Moment.

Any Asshole Can Chase A Skirt, Art Takes Discipline.

Never Trust A Man In A Jumpsuit

I Heard An Airplane Passing Overhead. I Wished I Was On It.

It Is Possible To Be Truly Mad And To Still Exist Upon Scraps Of Life.