I'll Walk With You
Through Space And Time
And When Sleep Is Near
I Will Fold You In
I'll Disappear With You
In Clear Blue Flames
And When Our Time Arrives
We Will Slide Through Space ...

... There is a fissure in my vision and madness will always rush through.
Lean over me , at the bedside of my madness , and let me stand without crutches.
I fall into darkness after the collision with pain, and after pain the divine departure.

And when our hearts are drunk with song
we cry ,
like we're about to die or just be born

Murder. In the matrix.

The morning I got up from my bed , I coughed. Something is coming out of my throat. It was strangling me. I broke the thread with held it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out my heart.

There is an instrument called the quena made of human bones. It owes origin to the worship of an Indian for his mistress. When she died he made a flute out of her bones.
The quena has a more penetrating, more haunting sound than the ordinary flute.

Those who feel know the process. I thought of it as I was spitting out my heart.

... Only I do not wait for my love to die.

No matter how far I drift, Deep waters won't scare me tonight.

"Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens."

"A lot of Christians wear crosses around their necks. You think when
Jesus comes back he ever wants to see a fucking cross? It's like going
up to Jackie Onassis wearing a rifle pendant!"

I once asked Stephanie if she was insulted when I, a complete stranger,
came
up to her and kissed her that first night in the Port Dauphine.

"But no," she replied. "Why should I be? We are animals.
Our
first instinct when we see an object of beauty is to eat it."

Holding on to the dope that you sold
I knew then that we could never be blessed