Will punk rock ever die? Pal, if you have to ask it's dead to you.
You need a little bit of insanity to do great things.
I like the idea of someone elseโs love safely sealed in a song or a book.
More and more, journalism seems to have hopped out of Truth's pocket and crept into another.
The first several years of my life were used to upload incredible amounts of fear, and I just became afraid of everything. I was afraid of my parents, afraid of my classmates, afraid of the streets of Washington, D.C. I would flinch at every gesture.
When she comes She pulls you close She breathes in short bursts Her eyes close Her head tilts back Her mouth opens slightly Her thighs turn to steel, and then melt She is perfect And you feel like you are everything.