Futility Has Become A Great Subject, Full

The Tranquility Of My Room Partakes Too Much Of Forest Lawn.

Commerce Is Greedy. Ideology Is Blood-thirsty.

History Takes Place Between The Fall And The Apocalypse, With A Narrow Escape Route Called Salvation.

I Want To Appear Ordinary, But I Have It Understood That I Am Not.

Even The Most Fickle Are Faithful To A Few Bad Habits.