I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring.

I'm a phallus in pigtails, and there's blood on my nose, and my tissue is rotting where the rats chew my bones. And my eye sockets empty, see nothing but pain, I keep having this brainstorm about twelve times a day.

I believe that I often bring out the best in somebody's talents.

You'd like to know me well, but I've got things inside my head that even I can't face.

Is it Nice in your snowstorm- freezing your brain? Do you think that your face looks the same?

There's a schizoid streak within the family anyway so I dare say that I'm affected by that. The majority of the people in my family have been in some kind of mental institution, as for my brother he doesn't want to leave. He likes it very much.

What I like doing is writing and recording and much more on the, I guess, the - on that creative level. It's fun interpreting songs and all that, but I wouldn't like it as a living.