In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

Join the crazed institution of the stars.