Now I Am An Outcast. I Loathe

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.

Misfortune Was My God.

Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At Will.

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn

...you Have To Pass An Exam, And The Jobs That You Get Are Either To Shine Shoes, Or To Herd Cows, Or To Tend Pigs. Thank God, I Don't Want Any Of That! Damn It! And Besides That They Smack You For A Reward; They Call You An Animal And It's Not True, A Little Kid, Etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!