Sometimes I stand in store windows and pretend to be a mannequin. People are like 'hey, that mannequin looks alot like thom yorke' Then I start to sing The Gloaming and lurch toward them and they run off horrified.

It annoys me how pretty my voice is...that sounds incredibly immodest, but it annoys me how polite it can sound when perhaps what I'm singing is deeply acidic.

I cannot read a fortune cookie without breaking down and crying. I am sensitive.

If I was made of chocolate I would melt myself in a car to ruin the interior.

I'm horrified of leprechauns. I'm horrified that I might be leprechauns.

The joke is that U2's new record only looked like a virus. Enjoy mining bitcoins for me losers.

Alot of my lyrics are about beating my children. 'Hit the bottom and escape' is a cry for help. oh god someone stop me