What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

Sleep with a dog and rise full of fleas.

the chicken's still dancing the chicken won't stop

What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me? What have they done to me?

No boy is worth crying over, and the one who is won't make you cry.

I don’t have music, Christ I wish I had music but all I have is words.