I Pressed Her Thigh And

The Appeal Of Cinema Lies In The Fear Of Death.

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom? I Think It's A Lie - People Claim They Want To Be Free - Everybody Insists That Freedom Is What They Want The Most, The Most Sacred And Precious Thing A Man Can Possess. But That's Bullshit! People Are Terrified To Be Set Free - They Hold On To Their Chains. They Fight Anyone Who Tries To Break Those Chains. It's Their Securityhow Can They Expect Me Or Anyone Else To Set Them Free If They Don't Really Want To Be Free?

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

Where Are The Feasts We Were Promised? Where Is The Wine, The New Wine, Dying On The Vine.