Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

Lying On Stained, Wretched Sheets With A Bleeding Virgin We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

I Believe In A Long, Prolonged, Derangement Of The Senses In Order To Obtain The Unknown.

...most Of The Press Were Vultures Descending On The Scene For Curious America Aplomb. Cameras Inside The Coffin Interviewing Worms.

You Cannot Petition The Lord With Prayer!

Cinema, Heir Of Alchemy, Last Of An Erotic Science.