Sometime I’ll Lay Down My Wrath, As

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.

The Hero Surviving His Own Murder, His Own Suicide, His Own Addiction, Surviving His Own Disappearance From The Scene

Thank God I Am Not God! Thank God I Am Not God!

I Know I'm Not God, Are You? Don't Be Silly. God? God? Everybody's God? Don't Be Silly.

There Is Nothing To Be Learned From History Anymore. We're In Science Fiction Now.