The concept that you are not ingesting rotting flesh sort of sums it up for me.

One night love affair, pretending we don't care, and now we're left with nothing.

I think all my videos suck.

Can you lay your life down, so a stranger can live? Can you take what you need, but take less than you give? Could you close every day, without the glory and fame? Could you hold your head high, when no-one knows your name?

Thoughts crystallize into habit and habit solidifies into circumstances.

Focus on your music and not technology.

I ate a big steak in 1988 and never felt worse. That was it, boom, over. Never again.