Music Inflames Temperament.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

Music Is Your Only Friend Until The End...

That's What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is.

You Feel Your Strength In The Experience Of Pain.