Whither Creation? Whence the genesis of The Genesis? Was I truly born the day I emerged from the womb with a heartbreaking scree of anguish, or was it rather with the eruption of William Corgan Snr's most vital of seeds? No one can know, and yet these are the questions I address in my Art, my Love and my Release…

Hello? I totally synthesised the fuck out of Siddhartha, like six months ago.

Yeah, just because a frontman may have become an embarrassing caricature of himself with an infuriating sense of self regard doesn't mean his band isn't rocking out in peak form, just as good as ever.

what, no mention of "I Am One", wherein the Creator addresses His blessed singularity within both the music industry and the cosmos itself?!?!!?

Pretentious wankers.

Please. The Zwan musical is a Smashing Pumpkins adaptation: I Am Zwan.

But I haven't even tweeted about it yet.

Sounds gimmicky. Sometimes its best to just keep it simple and do a double concept album.

But Oceania only got a B.

But that doesn't necessarily mean Albarn didn't then remake it in his own image, as would have been his right as the true voice of the collaboration. And as for instance and to a greater extent did I myself with Mayonaise, whereupon Iha's basic two part demo blossomed and climaxed into something wich obviously only I…

Sounds marketable. Of course I thineself played bass on all the albums, so the book would deservedly end up being more of a treatise upon mine own subhamonious viruosic evolution on the journey from Gish through Machina.

I understand your impatience my Ghost Children, and for Me too, Monuments To An Elegy and Day For Night, and the outstanding works that make up the pre-ordained vision of Teargarden By Kalideyscope truly cannot come soon enough. But I can only bequeath my gifts to you at the pace at which the Heavens caress my muse.
And…

It is underappreciated, though.

You're welcome.

And lo, shall thy Ghost Children left behind weep an Oceania of tears upon my passing, that I may rise again, baptised in the effluvia of Mine disciples in the future embrace. Emptiness. Cleanliness. Me.

Teargarden By Kaleidyscope. Nobody has even asked where the other 34 songs are. :(

I got Myself in a cassock. :)

"Zwan": the sound and frisson created by the shimmer of wind between an Artist's finger and that of God.

lol.

Not in the world I grew up in, buddy. Not in the world I grew up in.