People Of Ze Wurl, Relax!

Death Is Simple. Life Is Messy. Give Me Life, The More Complicated The Better.

This Is The Room Where Jezebel Frescoed Her Eyelids With History's Tragic Glitter

Religion Is Not Merely The Opium Of The Masses, It's The Cyanide.

Sounds Travel Through Space Long After Their Wave Patterns Have Ceased To Be Detectable By The Human Ear: Some Cut Right Through The Ionosphere And Barrel On Out Into The Cosmic Heartland, While Others Bounce Around, Eventually Being Absorbed Into The Vibratory Fields Of Earthly Barriers, But In Neither Case Does The Energy Succumb; It Goes On Forever - Which Is Why We, Each Of Us, Should Take Pains To Make Sweet Notes.

There Are Many Things Worth Living For, A Few Things Worth Dying For, And Nothing Worth Killing For.