When He Beat My Mother

How Could You Even Dream Or Think Something Of Someone Who Is As Uncommercial As I Am?

I've Become Completely Well Adjusted To Being A Cult Figure.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

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

But I'm Also Talented And I Know When I Created Something Great And Perfect Night Is Something Great, No Doubt, No But.