It’s When You Hide Things That You

The Problem Was You Had To Keep Choosing Between One Evil Or Another, And No Matter What You Chose, They Sliced A Little Bit More Off You, Until There Was Nothing Left.

I Am This Fiery Snail Crawling Home.

I'll Get Back To The Whores And The Horses And The Booze, While There's Time.

Agony Sometimes Changes Form But It Never Ceases For Anybody.

You Just Rebel Against Everything. How Are You Going To Survive? I Don't Know. I'm Already Tired.