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

I'm even taller in person, because photographs shrink you down and steal your soul native american.

The society, is, a dishwasher, where all the water, is, dead chipmunk blood. God I'm brilliant.

I named my son Noah for the same reason Chris Martin named his apple: we're asses.

The band name came about when the original vocalist died when a huge radio fell on his head. He trotted about for a while dancing with the radio on his head, before he died of asphyxiation and blood loss. *Laughs* it was hilarious

And the moral of the story is I'm Thom Yorke.

As a boy I was a hermit crab, but I soon came out of my shell. Now I am a pincer crab, and soon I will be at my full power as a deadly nuclear lobster.