In Some Ways, My Gift

We Managed To Put Together A Compilation That Had Some Creativity To It. In The Meantime I Was Listening To The Free Radio Stations And I Noticed That During Their War Coverage They Were Playing These Songs Born Out Of The Vietnam War That Were All Critical Of The Soldiers.

Innocence Is Drowned In Anarchy. The Best Lack Conviction Given Time To Think, And The Worst Are Full Of Passion Without Mercy.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

Morgellons Is Constantly Morphing. There Are Times When It's Directly Attacking The Nervous System, As If You're Being Bitten By Fleas And Lice. It's All In The Tissue And It's Not A Hallucination. It Was Eating Me Alive, Sucking The Juices Out. I've Been Sick All My Life.

It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I Really Don't Know Life At All