The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask.

We have assembled inside this ancient / and insane theatre / To propagate our lust for life / and flee the swarming wisdom / of the streets

I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

The spectator is a dying animal.

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.