Seance To Renaissance. So It Begins

This Isn't A Mob, Won't Need To Change The Names. Everyone Around You Has Murdered Someone, Something Sacred. There Isn't One Nail Without Dirt Under It. There Isn't Any White Cotton Panties That Aren't Soaked And Stained Red. It's Better To Push Something When It's Slipping, Than To Risk Being Dragged Down.

I Can't Turn Off The Way I Think, And That's Essentially Who I Am, Who Anybody Is.

If God Does Exist, It's In Music And In Art, I Think There's More Spiritually In What I Do Than In A Lot Of Religious Groups Judging, Especially In The Way They've Treated Me In The Past Couple Of Years. I've Grown Tired Of Talking About Religion. It's Time For Me To Move On. I'm Trying To Redefine The Idea Of Spirituality And Make It Now Such A Bad Word For Myself, Because I Find That I Sound Really Stupid Saying It Sometimes

I've Always Believed That A Person Is Smart. It's People That Are Stupid.

Gradually, I Began To Resent Christian School And Doubt Everything I Was Told. It Became Clear That The Suffering They Were Praying To Be Released From Was A Suffering They Had Imposed On Themselves—and Now Us. The Beast They Lived In Fear Of Was Really Themselves: It Was Man, Not Some Mythological Demon, That Was Going To Destroy Man In The End. And This Beast Had Been Created Out Of Their Fear.