A song is a cry, from happy to distraught, from enraptured to depraved. The things worth singing for are the things worth screaming for.

I see many things, I try to play them out for others to see. Perhaps when the world is at peace, I will cease attempting to force understanding on it through horror and despair.

I appreciate drawings, both by hand and by machine. It's all just trying to arrange squares and circles until the audience will finally allow itself to break.