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My Way Of Thinking As I Approach Any Human Being On This Planet Is, 'what Are You Doing Now?' That's What Interests Me. I Don't Come At Anybody With A Whole Bunch Of Assumptions.

Some Visualize The Pistols Era In Shades Of Black And White. It Wasn't. Actually, The Colors I Envision Are Neon Or Army Dirt Green With Fluorescent Pink--anything That Would Annoy."

Words Cannot Express Quite A Lot Of Feelings, Whereas A Noise Or Tone Or Drone Or Sound, An Accordion Falling Down A Staircase, Can Somehow Capture An Emotion Much Better.

Heaven Is On This Earth. There Are No Angels On The Clouds With Twanging Harps... That's Just Another Man's Fantasy.

I Hate Death; It Takes People Away From You. You're Left Feeling Rudderless.