Out here on the perimeter there are no stars. Out here we is stoned. Immaculate.

I think the highest and lowest points are the important ones. Anything else is just...in between.

Where's your will to be weird?

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it.

No one here gets out alive.

I'll never wake up in a good mood again. I'm tired of these stinky boots