Cinema Returns Us To Anima, Religion Of

The World Becomes An Apparently Infinite, Yet Possibly Finite, Card Game. Image Combinations, Permutations, Comprise The World Game.

The Future Is Uncertain But The End Is Always Near.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

Another Flashing Chance At Bliss Another Kiss, Another Kiss

Do You Know How Pale & Wanton Thrillful Comes Death On A Strange Hour Unannounced, Unplanned For Like A Scaring Over-friendly Guest You've Brought To Bed Death Makes Angels Of Us All & Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Raven's Claws