If Death Meant Just Leaving The Stage

For Thousands Of Years, Human Beings Had Screwed Up And Trashed And Crapped On This Planet, And Now History Expected Me To Clean Up After Everyone. I Have To Wash Out And Flatten My Soup Cans. And Account For Every Drop Of Used Motor Oil. And I Have To Foot The Bill For Nuclear Waste And Buried Gasoline Tanks And Landfilled Toxic Sludge Dumped A Generation Before I Was Born.

He Was Assaulting The World By Assaulting Himself.

Which Is Worse, Hell Or Nothing?

For This Moment, Nothing Matters. Look Up Into The Stars And You're Gone.

When You Don't Share Your Problems, You Resent Hearing The Problems Of Other People.