This Roberto. He No Like The Light.

Children See Magic Because They Look For It.

Not Unlike The Toaster, I Control Darkness.

Words, Words, Words, A Million Million Words Circle In My Head Like Hawks, Waiting To Dive Onto The Page To Rend And Tear The Only Two Words I Want To Write. Why Me?

Only By Being Prepared For Your Death Can You Ever Truly Live.

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.