|In my own words|
Did you ever want to set someone's head on fire, just to see what it looked like? Did you ever stand in the street and think to yourself, I could make that nun go blind just by giving her a kiss? Did you ever lay out plans for stitching babies and stray cats into a Perfect New Human? Did you ever stand naked surrounded by people who want your gleaming sperm, squirting frankincense, soma and testosterone from every pore? If so, then you're the bastard who stole my drugs Friday night. And I'll find you. Oh, yes.
|The FANS, Royce. They held me down in Bank Street once and tried to steal my gizzard. The FANS and the NOISE and the TV and the BULLSHIT and... I couldn't get at the TRUTH anymore.|
|From Now On...|
LISTEN TO THE CHAIR-LEG OF TRUTH! IT DOES NOT LIE!