Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways

Another Flashing Chance At Bliss Another Kiss, Another Kiss

They Got The Guns But We Got The Numbers.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.

Tell Them You Came, And Saw, And Looked Into My Eyes And Saw The Shadow Of The Guard Receding. Thoughts In Time And Out Of Season, The Hitchinker Stood By The Side Of The Road And Levelled His Thumb In The Calm Calculus Of Reason. [...] Why Does My Mind Circle Around You? Why Do Planets Wonder What It Would Be Like To Be You? All Your Soft Wild Promises Were Words, Birds, Endlessly In Flight.

The Appeal Of Cinema Lies In The Fear Of Death.