That’s what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is....Most people love you for who you pretend to be....To keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. You get to love your pretense...It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image - they grow attached to their masks. They love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it - they feel like you’re trying to steal their most precious possession.

I want to have my kicks before the whole shithouse goes up in flames.

Do you know we are being led to Slaughters by placid admirals & that fat slow generals are getting Obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by t.v.

All our lives we sweat and save, Building for a shallow grave.

The time you wait subtracts the joy The heads the angel you destroy

Where's your will to be weird?

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality...