I Think I Have Made Just One

For Me, In Those Days, The Great Question Was: Does God Exist? Or Doesn't God Exist? Can We, By An Attitude Of Faith, Attain To A Sense Of Community And A Better World? Or, If God Doesn't Exist, What Do We Do Then? What Does Our World Look Like Then? In None Of This Was There The Least Political Colour.

The Older I Become, The More I Think About My Mother.

The Demons Are Innumerable, Arrive At The Most Inappropriate Times And Create Panic And Terror. But I Have Learned That If I Can Master The Negative Forces And Harness Them To My Chariot, Then They Can Work To My Advantage. Lilies Often Grow Out Of Carcasses' Arseholes.

I Have A Lot Of Tics And Phobias. I Hate To Travel. I Hate To Go To Festivals. I Hate It When Somebody Gets Close Behind Me. I'm Scared Of The Darkness. I Hate Open Doors.

There's Always A Tension In Me Between My Urge To Destroy And My Will To Live... Every Morning I Wake Up With A New Wrath, A New Suspiciousness, A New Desire To Live.