Stars Have Their Moments Then They Die.

If You Took Love Out Of The Equation, I Wouldn't Know What Else To Write About.

There's Always Pain Around. That's One Thing You Can Guarantee In Life - There Will Always Be A Surplus Of Pain.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

The Love Song Must Be Born Into The Realm Of The Irrational, Absurd, The Distracted, The Melancholic, The Obsessive, The Insane For The Love Song Is The Noise Of Love Itself And Love Is, Of Course, A Form Of Madness.

Texting Is Apocalyptic On Some Level. It's A Reduction Of Things.