I think the most "passionate" I get about actual humans are the ones I want to kill.

You are the untold story. You are the impassioned truth wanting to scream its existence, to be forever trapped by a strong hand clapped firmly over the mouth of my soul.

I'd like to rid myself of writing, to surrender, to release the venom. And hopefully at some point, I'll be a happy, well-adjusted guy and I'll have no need for all that 'art.'

You can find me in the frozen mood section.

When people make my country look bad, I can't stand it.

I have been an XL fan of Devo since I was in high school in the 1970s. Their records only sound better with time.

My optimism wears heavy boots and is loud.