The writers and readers of death lines still remember my first irreverent dream. Heaven knows what I was saying and happy fools were never my public. They would never forsake their "sweet" fucked up dream made of that to look for some real thing. But I admit they are good at what they do, because they could even drag me back to their fear of the dark, but not for long.
We are not waiting for you to say anything... we want.
Don't worry, your fans will never break up with you.
