What Is A Ruin But Time Easing

The Whole World Is Nothing But A Noise, As Hot As The Inside Of A Tiger's Mouth. They Call It Civilization - That Is A Lie! But Some Day You May Have To Go Out, Someone Will Try To Take You Out, And You Will Not Understand Them Or What They Are Saying, Unless You Understand Nothing, Absolutely Nothing, Then You Will Manage.

We Are But Skin About A Wind, With Muscles Clenched Against Mortality.

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

I Talk Too Much Because I Have Been Made So Miserable By What You Are Keeping Hushed.

I've Seen Death And I Didn't Like It.