Innocent Sin(s) and Eternal Punishment(s) I sometimes wonder, in the dark neon nights, where stickers go when they die. A child is burning. Tonights fire is paid for by circus clowns and magicians. Advertisments of the hell we've created. The child disapears in the flame, and magically becomes ash. These ashes are holy. "Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are." "'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat: 'we're all mad here... | �Repitition of Hatred�Loveless Avenue�Burn Out (and) Fade Away �Plofile�Notes�Host�Archive� |