You Live You Die And

Resident Mockery, Give Us An Hour For Magic.

Out Here On The Perimeter There Are No Stars. Out Here We Is Stoned. Immaculate.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.

People Are Afraid Of Themselves, Of Their Own Reality; Their Feelings Most Of All. People Talk About How Great Love Is, But That's Bullshit. Love Hurts. Feelings Are Disturbing. People Are Taught That Pain Is Evil And Dangerous. How Can They Deal With Love If They're Afraid To Feel? Pain Is Meant To Wake Us Up. People Try To Hide Their Pain. But They're Wrong. Pain Is Something To Carry, Like A Radio. You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain. It's All In How You Carry It.