And The Color In My

Belane, Are You Nuts?" Who Knows? Insanity Is Comparative. Who Sets The Norm?

Morning Night And Noon The Traffic Moves Through And The Murder And Treachery Of Friends And Lovers And All The People Move Through You. Pain Is The Joy Of Knowing The Unkindest Truth That Arrives Without Warning. Life Is Being Alone Death Is Being Alone. Even The Fools Weep Morning Night And Noon.

What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through The Fire

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.

I Was A Bore And Didn't Know When To Smile Or Fake It. Or Rather Worse, I Did But Didn't.