Except The Christ Be Born Again Tonight

I Think On Death As The Apparent End Of The Illusions That Encompass Us. They All Have A Sudden And Unexpected End, That Challenges Any Faith We Have Pinned To Their Worth.

Authors And Uncaptured Criminals Are The Only People Free From Routine.

Life Is A Loom, Weaving Illusion.

This Is The Sin Against The Holy Ghost: - To Speak Of Bloody Power As Right Divine, And Call On God To Guard Each Vile Chief's House, And For Such Chiefs, Turn Men To Wolves And Swine.

They Tried To Get Me - I Got Them First! [suicide.]