Here we are now, entertain us.
Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.
I sing and play the guitar, and I'm a walking, talking bacterial infection.
Expression and the right to express is vital, anyone can be artistic.
A miserable, self-destructive, death rocker...better to burn out than to fade away.
I would love to be erased from our association with Pearl Jam or the Nymphs and other first time offenders.