Time To Live, Time To

Hatred Is A Very Underestimated Emotion.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

Some Of The Worst Mistakes Of My Life Have Been Haircuts.

Most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be.