I’m going to sit and read books filled with void like my life.
I believe in death, destruction, chaos, filth, and greed.
Let the old you go.
Lactating pure funky produce of galactic proportions.
Hold me, hold me, hold me
A bottle of Jack to pick up slack, A bottle of Jack to hit the rack.
I like dirt.
I’ll be honest in saying that I cried a little bit when I found out Lou Reed died, RIP on the wild side.
My pet rat is dragging all of my panties over to her favorite hiding spot in the trash……
Blowing up like AIDS in the 80’s
Finding clarity in most situations.
Lead me now I’ve put my guns to the ground, show me how, I’m better now.
How do you like me now?
Left alone in space and infinity, my mind is numb to the silence of noise crashing in on humanity.
My goals all lead to one of three places, after that it’s all divine destiny.
Where were you when we were getting high?
Seen too many dead bodies to ever fully be normal, but I do my best.
I want to leave the whole west coast feeling violated.
I listen to 50 year old man music
Life can be fun sometimes you just have to force yourself to do it.
Static filled late night television with a rat.
I felt like I could baptize the world when I was high.
I got it from aliens in Hollywood.
I often wonder where I’m going but I find myself more interested in the drive.
I sold furniture and kids toys to Kirk Baltz once.
When dawn breaks in the trees beneath our heaven, oh what it means to 27.
I finally had my name put in movie credits.
10/1/2013 the day every Anarchist’s dream came true.
My love comes and when it does It’s a crazy kind of… selective… affection My love flows like a wize guy’s tie In the zaniest of… directions
The mountain has my childhood.
Continue to continue in some form or another.
I am a penniless, sexless, anxiety ridden misanthrope
I die a little inside when I think about life.
Having fun in the sun but bills need to be paid.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are just looking at the stars.
I have an eternal longing to be outside
I find myself waiting for gravity to kick in again, but maybe it’s already here and I just don’t know it.
The observatory in the sunset is stunning and I have been trapped in the limbo of the city.
You never fully leave the world of a junkie.
I like it when I look like a dead body.
Through trial and error we travel through space becoming what we were supposed to be.
Buy me a star on the boulevard, it’s Californication.
Live every day of your life as a different phase of an art project, then when your eyes finally close your last vision will be something beautiful and complete.
John Frusciante is my spirit animal.
And indeed, punk was in fact not dead.
One day at a time she says, but are you sure you’re right in the head my baby?
It’s sure been a full life for me.
Late night self realizations about yourself are probably some of the most powerful you can have, they seem to make the world go ‘round.