Love Is A Fog That Burns With

Well, People Got Attatched. Once You Cut The Umbilical Cord They Attatched To The Other Things. Sight, Sound, Sex, Money, Mirages, Mothers, Masturbation, Murder, And Monday Morning Hangovers.

I Kept Telling Myself That All The Women In The World Weren´t Whores, Just Mine.

I Have One Problem, I Don’t Hate People. They Disgust Me And I Want To Get Away From Them. I Do Not Have Hatred. I Have An Escape Mechanism.

But Right Now It's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan All The Way.

Mercy, I Think, Doesn't The Human Race Know Anything About Mercy?