We Don't Trust Our Five Senses; We

Music Is The Can-opener Of The Soul.

I See America Spreading Disaster. I See America As A Black Curse Upon The World. I See A Long Night Settling In And That Mushroom Which Has Poisoned The World Withering At The Roots.

What Holds The World Together, As I Have Learned From Bitter Experience, Is Sexual Intercourse.

The Sordid Qualities Imputed To The Enemy Are Always Those Which We Recognize As Our Own And Therefore Rise To Slay, Because Only Through Projection Do We Realize The Enormity And Horror Of Them.

Until We Lose Ourselves There Is No Hope Of Finding Ourselves.