Love is 2 minutes and 52 seconds of squelching noises.

Love is two minutes fifty-two seconds of squishing noises. It shows your mind isn't clicking right.

Only the fakes survive.

The record companies fell apart - quite deservedly. Their corrupting, all-binding contract nonsense had to stop.

I've always despised the hippies.

It's an absurdity to just wish for a world of chaos without anything viable in its place. I'm loyal to my culture, my creed, the human race and my people and I don't want to see them all end up in a Mad Max movie.

Any kind of history you read is basically the winning side telling you the others were bad.