Don't Let The Wicked City Get You

I Do Not Know Who I Am Tonight.

I Am Accused. I Dream Of Massacres. I Am A Garden Of Black And Red Agonies. I Drink Them, Hating Myself, Hating And Fearing. And Now The World Conceives Its End And Runs Toward It, Arms Held Out In Love.

The Only Thing I Could Think Of Was Turkey Neck And Turkey Gizzards And I Felt Very Depressed.

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

I Am I-i Am Powerful, But To What Extent? I Am I.