Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll

The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You. The Soul Would Be No Good To The Devil If It Could Be Destroyed. And It Is Not Lost When Placed In Satan's Care, As Is So Often Said. He Always Know Exactly How To Put His Finger On It.

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

If The Workers Took A Notion They Could Stop All Speeding Trains; Every Ship Upon The Ocean They Can Tie With Mighty Chains.

Don't Believe Everything You Hear Today

What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This Business Of Being Alive.