Man, I'm Sick Of Doubt.

It May Have Been In Pieces, But I Gave You The Best Of Me.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

I Can Kind Of Envision One Person With A Lot Of Machines, Tapes, And Electronic Set-ups...singi Ng Or Speaking And Using Machines.

The Appeal Of Cinema Lies In The Fear Of Death.

Out Here On The Perimeter There Are No Stars. Out Here We Is Stoned. Immaculate.