My parents mistook me for a sack of potatoes so I sat in the corner of the kitchen for the first 13 years of my life. My birth name is Thom Potatoes.

I don’t see it in terms of changing things, but rather using language and music as weapons for fighting a mainstream media which is predominately right-wing, and loyal to the political framework and it’s corporate interests.

My only means of self defense is to wiggle my eye and feign being a salamander. It has saved my life but once I was partially eaten by a bald eagle who thought I was a salamander. Hence, my skills. Hence.

I'm glad I escaped the clutches of those evil gnomes... I'm talking, of course, about Puerto Ricans.

I guess I am narcisstic, but only in the sense that I am brilliant and tortured as well

I had a dream where my face was a hamburger. What the?

People are born with certain faces, like my father was born with a face that people want to hit.