Hatred Is A Very Underestimated Emotion.

Music Is Your Only Friend Until The End...

Guileless And Without Vanity, We Were Still In Love With Ourselves Then. We Felt Comfortable In Our Skins, Enjoyed The News That Our Senses Released To Us, Admired Our Dirt, Cultivated Our Scars, And Could Not Comprehend This Unworthiness. Jealousy We Understood And Thought Natural--a Desire To Have What Somebody Else Had; But Envy Was A Strange, New Feeling For Us.

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us

Most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be.

I Want To Have My Kicks Before The Whole Shithouse Goes Up In Flames.