I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood, just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets.
This violent rage that turned inward cannot be helped by drink.
I think it's pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artists ego.
Herpes, AIDS, the Middle East at full throttle. Better check that sausage before you put it in the waffle.
You won't see my parents honored on any stamps.
I don't like the word rock opera, but I'm trying to write on that level that's reserved for plays still, or novels.