Harsh Words Live In The Dungeon Of

In Every Death Is A Celebration; In Every Ecstasy, One Little Death.

Is One Human? Or Merely Alive? Like A Blade Of Grass Equal To All Existance In The Moment It Is Torn? Yes. If Pain Is Fundament, Then A Blade Of Grass Can Know All There Is.

Chicago Is The Great American City, New York Is One Of The Capitals Of The World, And Los Angeles Is A Constellation Of Plastic; San Francisco Is A Lady

I Guess All That's Left Is To Love The Fire.

Dying Can't Be All That Difficult-up To Now Everyone Has Managed To Do It.