 God is the coolest thing of all. I think if I'm just a splinter out of his head, then he must be a bit like me. Not much though. I see him as a monster sun that opens in the middle and you get sucked in and out on the other side. That's mysticism of the drug variety. Here's another heroin addict. This is a girl. Now it doesn't make much sense, but this is the way she wrote it.