One thing I've often thought is that I never want to tell anybody else what to do. It's hard enough to figure out what I want to do.

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

The rich son waits for his father to die, the poor just drink and cry.

I don't think anybody is anybody else's moral compass. Maybe listening to my music is not the best idea if you live a very constricted life. Or maybe it is.

I like mindless disco... they say the lyrics are stupid and repetitious. So what's wrong with that? So is lying in the sun. Not everything has to be serious.

Life's like a mayonnaise soda.

I always believed that I have something important to say and I said it.