The Currents Rage So Deep Upon Us,

Life Is Like Sanskrit Read To A Pony.

I've Made Love To My Mother, Killed My Father, And My Brother. What Am I To Do?

Music Was What Bothered Me, What Interested Me.

The President's Dead, No One Can Find His Head, Its Been Missing For Two Weeks. But No One Seemed To Notice It.

But It's The Things That Preceded It That Made That Happen, And Of Course Now Someone Like Me Thinks, Well, If I Can Do That... Then There Are A Lot Of Other Things That Are Possible.