I've always had such a negative point of view. 

I've always thought the worst of you. And I am still there. 





When the oceans recede I just laughed; if I can't have it no one can, I guess. 

But I am a mountain no more. 

Don't fool yourself. 



I want to be normal again I'm ready to come in. 

But I am still there. 

1,000 years of solitude have had a strange effect on my personality. 

I want to be a person again. 



A clean start, a clean slate, a fresh, start, a clean conscience. 





But if you get to be Christ, then I get to be Longinus with this spear in my hand, screaming out loud to straighten the fuck up. 



Maybe life exists, maybe not.