Why Don't You Swallow Razor Blades?

I Never Liked The Beatles. I Thought They Were Garbage.

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

I Don't Like Nostalgia Unless It's Mine.

This Violent Rage That Turned Inward Cannot Be Helped By Drink.

For A While, I Felt A Little Self-impelled To Write Lou Reed Kind Of Songs. I Should Have Understood That A Lou Reed Song Was Anything I Wanted To Write About.