We Can't Find The Truth Listening To

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

Your Depression Is Connected To Your Insolence And Refusal To Praise.

Today I'm Out Wandering, Turning My Skull Into A Cup For Others To Drink Wine From. In This Town Somewhere There Sits A Calm, Intelligent Man, Who Doesn't Know What He's About To Do!

What You Are Seeking Is Also Seeking You.

I Was Once Like You, Enlightened And "rational", I Too Scoffed At Lovers, Now I Am Drunk, Crazed, Thin With Misery. No One Is Safe! Watch Out.