We Are The Draft Beer Preservation Society.

The Soul Needs Attention Like The Body Needs To Breath.

I Looked In The Mirror At My Pigeon Chest, I Had To Put My Clothes On Cause It Made Me Depressed.

You Say Your Image Is New, But It Looks Well Tested.

You Make Alterations, Affecting Your Pose, A New House, A New Car, A New Job, A New Nose.

Everything Is Reduced To What's Physical In The End, Because It's The Filth Inside People's Minds That Creates All The Evil. What Is A Body, Anyway? I Suppose You've Got To Abuse Your Body To Understand It. If You're Not Prepared To Humiliate Yourself In Order To Give Somebody Else A Moment's Pleasure, I Don't Believe That You've Actually Lived.