I'm not different for the sake of being different, only for the desperate sake of being myself. I can't join your gang: you'd think I was a phony and I'd know it.
Five years ago I was a four-stone apology — today I am two separate gorillas.
If you see something you don't understand, smash it.
I've never met a man I didn't mutilate.
Like the shock of fondling a raw sausage, blindfold, at a gay party.
Why can't I be different and unusual... like everyone else?