This Violent Rage That Turned

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.

They Tied His Arms Behind His Back To Teach Him How To Swim, They Put Blood In His Coffee And Milk In His Gin.

To Wish For The Crazy Times One Last Time And Freeze It In The Memory Of A Camera Is The Least A Great Artist Can Do.

But It's Not Only: What Are You Going To Do About Touring, It's: What Are You Going To Do With Your Life? Is There A Point To What We Do? I Think There Is. Making Music, Creating Beautiful Things. We Have To Be In Love With The Good And The Beautiful. If We Are Not, Then You're In A Nihilistic State.

Herpes, Aids, The Middle East At Full Throttle. Better Check That Sausage Before You Put It In The Waffle.