Our Heads Are Round So

Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As I Lay My Body Down Between The Ache Of Breath And Breath, Golden Slumber In The Bone.

Others Can Measure Their Visions By What We See.

You Assume We Are All Sexually Stable; While On The Other Hand, As I Have Become Acquainted With People, I Find That They Are All Perverted Sinners, One Way Or Another, That The Whole Society Is Corrupt And Rotten And Repressed And Unconscious That It Exhibits Its Repression In Various Forms Of Social Sadism.

There Should Be No Distinction Between What We Write Down, And What We Really Know.

America, How Can I Write A Holy Litany In Your Silly Mood?