The idea of "karma" reeks of primitive religious superstition, so I don't place a lot of stock in it.

When I see two women kissing, my only physical reaction is a strong desire to vomit in both of their mouths.

San Francisco, America's B-movie imitation of Paris. San Francisco, the city that ruined punk rock. San Francisco, the most intolerant place in the country.

I think that any time a person comes face-to-face with their own mortality - close enough to Death that they can smell its breath - they have a choice: 1) Fall to pieces; 2) Reassemble yourself and keep walking.

What you accomplish in life is limited only by your imagination and the fear of reprisal. Life is too fleeting and unrewarding to have to live with the added anus of indignity. The denial of one's inevitable demise is what causes most of the astringent blandness in the world. When your existence ends most certainly in death, there is no such thing as 'going too far'. There are no 'lines' you should fear to cross except the finish line. Playing it safe is the most dangerous thing you could do.

I'm alive, happier than I've ever been, and I'm doing exactly what I want.

When you're indiscriminate in allowing people to post, the loudest and emptiest voices invariably drown out everyone else.