How Could I Do It, How Could

The Traveling Salesmen Fed Me Pills That Made The Lining Of My Veins Feel Scraped Out, My Jaw Ached... I Knew Every Raindrop By Its Name, I Sensed Everything Before It Happened. Like I Knew A Certain Oldsmobile Would Stop Even Before It Slowed, And By The Sweet Voices Of The Family Inside, I Knew We'd Have An Accident In The Rain. I Didn't Care. They Said They'd Take Me All The Way.

Talk Into My Bullet Hole. Tell Me I'm Fine.

If You Take A Lie And Allow Your Desire For The Truth, You'll End Up With Some Truth - Not Fact, But Something That Gets You Closer To The Truth. That's What We Want. When We Go To A Play, We Need To Be Assured That The Experience We're Having.

The Abyss Is Full Of Reality, The Abyss Experiences Itself, The Abyss Is Alive.

I Was Probably 35 When I Wrote The First Story. The Voice Is Kind Of A Mix In That It Has A Young Voice, But It's Also Someone Who's Looking Back. I Like That Kind Of Double Vision.