there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

Angels, we have grown apart.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.