Give Form To The Passing World. Freeways

Whoever Controls The Media, Controls The Mind.

I'll Never Wake Up In A Good Mood Again. I'm Tired Of These Stinky Boots

Out Here On The Perimeter There Are No Stars. Out Here We Is Stoned. Immaculate.

She Needed Cholly's Sins Desperately. The Lower He Sank, The Wilder And More Irresponsible He Became, The More Splendid She And Her Task Became. In The Name Of Jesus.

All Our Songs Are About Love, Travel And Death.