I've never believed that pop music is escapist trash. There's always a darkness in it, even amidst great pop music.

I tied a bunch of balloons to a beach chair and tried to float up to heaven. *begins to weep* There's no heaven, and birds tried to kill me! *shrivels up*

Build gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses.

The more you try to erase me The more, the more The more that I appear

Where are you sleeping tonight? Face down in the mud? That's a British tradition: Take acid and fall asleep in some field.

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

I actually saw the loch ness monster when I was 9. She was big as a house. Want to know who the loch ness monster is? It's your obese mother. Burn mother****er