On accepting the futility of resistance.

At least there’s someone saying “a black Ave Maria” for me…

Ain’t it strange when we die, our folks like to rejoice — but when it comes to the living, that’s it. The hype I’m layin’ down for them people inside, it ain’t dangerous. I’m just selling them a little bit o’ happiness, you know? From the Happy Land. We’re all gonna die — so all I want ’em to…