Your Apocalypse Was Fab.

These Precious Things, Let Them Bleed.

If You Can't Create Physical Life, You Find A Life Force. If That's In Music, That's In Music. I Started To Find This Deep, Primitive Rhythm, And I Started To Move To It. And I Held Hands With Sorrow, And I Danced With Her, And We Giggled A Bit.

I Like Butter And The People Who Like Butter.

To Heal The Wound, You Have To Go Into The Dark Night Of The Soul.

In Real Life I'm Bone Dry And When I Play I'm A Mango And In Sex I'm Starving To Be A Dripping Mango