The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

The World We Suggest Is A New Wild West. A Sensuous Evil World. Strange And Haunting, The Path Of The Sun.

No One Here Gets Out Alive.

The Time To Hesitate Is Through No Time To Wallowin The Mire Try Now We Can Only Lose And Our Love Become A Funeral Pyre

There Are Things Known And Things Unknown And In Between Are The Doors.

I Wonder Why People Like To Believe I'm High All The Time. I Guess . . . Maybe They Think Someone Else Can Take Their Trip For Them.