Where We're Standing Right Now, In The

What Kind Of Dining Set Defines Me As A Person?

Because I Can't Hit Bottom, I Can't Be Saved.

You Can Make Mean Anything.

In The Big Factory Of Perfecting Human Souls, The Earth Was Kind Of Tumbler. The Sale As The Kind People Use To Polish Rocks. All Souls Come Here To Rub The Sharp Edges Off Each Other. This Isn't Suffering. It's Erosion.

Put A Gun To My Head And Paint The Wall With My Brains.