On the eighth day, God created Mankind. Why was he having such a bad day? Why did he create all of you normal and forget so many important parts of me!? He made the teeth that I swallowed... The ear that was ripped from my skull! A face that no longer exists! Deep inside, you are merely a mirror image of all my atrocities! The ugliness that exists outside, lives inside every one of you!

The time has come, to relieve that pain, which will be better for me, but not enjoyable for all of you!

Destruction can be beautiful!

Oh Carlito what you did last week wasn't cool or neat-o, So I guess I'll have to make you bleed-o, or if your in the mood for cotton tacos say Hello to Mr Sock…

All for myself the sigh would swell, The tear of anguish start; I little knew what wilder woe Had filled the Poet's heart. I did not know the nights of gloom, …

At sixty I look back on a life of deep disappointments, of withered hopes, of unlooked for suffering, of severe discipline.

Saw my reflection, covered in glass. How It reminds me of you. ~ 'Turn Of The Century'