The spectator is a dying animal.

Death Makes Angels of us all.

Time to live, time to lie, time to laugh, and time to die. Take it easy baby. Take it as it comes.

Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by t.v.

There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

The subject says: I see first many things which dance... then everything gradually becomes connected.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.