We are bemused and crazed creatures, strangers to our true selves, to one another, and to the spiritual and material world -- mad, even, from an ideal standpoint we can glimpse but not adopt. - R. D. Laing |
We r not the living but the slowly dieing, ever crying, trying to grip the lieing. |
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity |
When heaven falls and whites the black |
I Feel A Sin Coming On......... |
I wish I were just a drawing on a piece of paper, |
Im driven to be ten times better, |
What did you take me for, a fool? |
Revenge is a dish best served cold. |
Who do you think god really favours in the web,the fly or the spider? |