Drugs Are A Bet With Your Mind.

The Spectator Is A Dying Animal.

I Pressed Her Thigh And Death Smiled

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.

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

You Know The Day Destroys The Night, Night Divides The Day, Tried To Run, Tried To Hide, Break On Through To The Other Side...