Music Inflames Temperament.

We Have Assembled Inside This Ancient / And Insane Theatre / To Propagate Our Lust For Life / And Flee The Swarming Wisdom / Of The Streets

We Fear Violence Less Than Our Own Feelings. Personal, Private, Solitary Pain Is More Terrifying Than What Anyone Else Can Inflict.

I Think, In These Days, Especially In The States, You Have To Be A Politician Or An Assassin Or Something, To Really Be A Superstar.

The Most Loving Parents And Relatives Commit Murder With Smiles On Their Faces. They Force Us To Destroy The Person We Really Are: A Subtle Kind Of Murder.

The Grand Highway Is Crowded W/lovers & Searchers & Leavers So Eager To Please & Forget. Wilderness.