Before It Was A Bomb, The Bomb

These Characters Were Like Twelve-bar Blues Or Other Chord Progressions. Given The Basic Parameters Of Batman, Different Creators Could Play Very Different Music.

I Run Blindly Through The Madhouse ... And I Cannot Even Pray ... For I Have No God.

My Art School Rejection Letter Arrived As A Cold Manila Fist That Closed Around My Fragile Hopes ... The Fear Was Practically Edible. Nothing Would Happen Unless I Get Out And Make It Happen. Then, As If Handling Me The Keys To The Jet Pack, My Dad Bought Me A Typewriter And A Taped Message To The Inside Of Its Case: "son - The World Is Waiting To Hear From You".

I Was A Clubber In The Nineties. I Went Dancing Every Week.

Oh, Yes! Fill The Churches With Dirty Thoughts! Introduce Honesty To The White House! Write Letters In Dead Languages To People You've Never Met! Paint Filthy Words On The Foreheads Of Children! Burn Your Credit Cards And Wear High Heels! Asylum Doors Stand Open! Fill The Suburbs With Murder And Rape! Divine Madness! Let There Be Ecstasy, Ecstasy In The Streets! Laugh And The World Laughs With You!