The hand stand band

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose. People don't deserve the restraint we show by not going into delirium in front of them. To hell with them! When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music. We love it we live it We smoke fags!