Music Inflames Temperament.

In The Holy Solipsism Of The Young Now I Can't Walk Thru A City Street W/out Eying Each Single Pedestrian. I Feel Thier Vibe Thru My Skin, The Hair On My Neck --- It Rises.

Do You Know The Warm Progress Under The Stars? Do You Know We Exist? Have You Forgotten The Keys To The Kingdom? Have You Been Born Yet & Are You Alive?

There Are Things Known And Things Unknown And In Between Are The Doors.

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

The Future Is Uncertain But The End Is Always Near.