Some Events Are In The Area Of

Some Events Are In The Area Of The Soul Where Words Cannot Penetrate.

I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their Way Of Life, Presented A Replica Of Childhood.

The Time Has Come, Everybody Lie Down So You Won't Get Hurt When The Sun Bursts.

Billboards, Billboards, Drink This, Eat That, Use All Manner Of Things, Everyone, The Best, The Cheapest, The Purest And Most Satisfying Of All Their Available Counterparts. Red Lights Flicker On Every Horizon, Airplanes Beware; Cars Flash By, More Lights. Workers Repair The Gas Main. Signs, Signs, Lights, Lights, Streets, Streets.

I See No Greatness In My Self...i'm A Simple-minded, Child-like, Insipid Sort Of Moronic And Kind Of Akward Feeling Adolescent.