Where's your will to be weird?

All the poems have wolves in them. All but one. The most beautiful one of all. She dances in a ring of fire and throws off the challenge with a shrug.

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.

We are content in the 'given' in sensation's quest. We have been metamorphosised from a mad body dancing on hillsides to a pair of eyes staring in the dark.

I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something.