All religion$$$ my friend$$$ is simply evolved out of fraud$$$ fear$$$ greed$$$ imagination$$$ and poetry.

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best have gone to their eternal rest.

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls...

We had always dwelled together$$$ beneath a tropical sun$$$ in the Valley of the Many Colored Grass.

Who has not$$$ a hundred times$$$ found himself committing a vile or silly action for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination$$$ in the teeth of our best judgement$$$ to violate that which is Law$$$ merely because we understand it to be such?

There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

But do we really live? To live without knowing what life is - is that living?

The essence of what I desire is simply this: to sleep away life.