I Was An Agnostic. Agnostics Didn't Have

I Tell You Such Fine Music Waits In The Shadows Of Hell.

As The Shadows Assume Shapes I Fight The Slow Retreat Now My Once-promise Dwindling Dwindling Now Lighting New Cigarettes Pouring More Drinks It Has Been A Beautiful Fight Still Is.

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

The Human Race Had Always Disgusted Me. Essentially, What Made Them Disgusting Was The Family-relationship Illness, Which Included Marriage, Exchange Of Power And Aid, Which Neighborhood, Your District, Your City, Your County, Your State, Your Nation-everybody Grabbing Each Other's Assholes In The Honeycomb Of Survival Out Of A Fear-animalistic Stupidity.

I Don’t Understand People, Never Will. It Looks Like I Got To Travel Pretty Much Alone.