Ea: Is It The Smoke

Your Stockings Prove Your Virtues. Be Certain They Are Clean And Free Of Tears.

What If I'm An Angel Without Wings To Take Me Home?

Perfume Was First Created To Mask The Stench Of Foul And Offensive Odors... Spices And Bold Flavorings Were Created To Mask The Taste Of Putrid And Rotting Meat... What Then Was Music Created For? Was It To Drown Out The Voices Of Others, Or The Voices Within Ourselves? I Think I Know.

For This Freedom I Have Given All I Had For This Darkness I Gave My Light For This Wisdom I Have Lost My Innocence Take My Petals And Cover Me With The Night

I Was Reading Everything Under The Sun From Music History To Feminist Literature To Shakespeare, Which Is Why I'm Not A Complete Idiot At This Time.