I see myself rather like an old discarded dishrag.

And if you ever need self-validation, Just meet me in the alley by the railway station

Jesus made me, so he should save me from pity, sympathy and idiots discussing me.

You either approve of violence or you don't, and nothing on earth is more violent or extreme than the meat industry.

I am stuck in the dream of an album that sells well not because of marketing, but because people like the songs.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.

You are bound to pick up influences.