I'm not going to read any of these magazines. I mean, because they've just got too much to lose by printing the truth. You know that.

Technology to wipe out truth is now available. Not everybody can afford it but it's available. When the cost comes down, look out!

Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

You can't imagine parlor ballads drifting out of high-rise multi-towered buildings. That kind of music existed in a more timeless state of life.

A mistake is to commit a misunderstanding.

Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.