... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes.

In The End We Are All Caught In Devices Of Our Own Making. I Believe That. In The End We Are All Caught.

Flip-flop, Hippety-hop, Offa Your Rocker And Over The Top, Life's A Fiction And The World's A Lie, So Put On Some Creedence And Let's Get High.

I Don't Want To Go To The Heaven That I Learned About When I Was A Kid. To Me, It Seems Boring.

And The Most Terrifying Question Of All May Be Just How Much Horror The Human Mind Can Stand And Still Maintain A Wakeful, Staring, Unrelenting Sanity.

The Soil Of A Man’s Heart Is Stonier; A Man Grows What He Can And Tends It.