I Think I Am A

I'm A Phallus In Pigtails, And There's Blood On My Nose, And My Tissue Is Rotting Where The Rats Chew My Bones. And My Eye Sockets Empty, See Nothing But Pain, I Keep Having This Brainstorm About Twelve Times A Day.

Every Time I've Made A Radical Change It's Helped Me Feel Buoyant As An Artist

There's A Schizoid Streak Within The Family Anyway So I Dare Say That I'm Affected By That. The Majority Of The People In My Family Have Been In Some Kind Of Mental Institution, As For My Brother He Doesn't Want To Leave. He Likes It Very Much.

The Humanists' Replacement For Religion: Work Really Hard And Somehow You'll Either Save Yourself Or You'll Be Immortal. Of Course, That's A Total Joke, And Our Progress Is Nothing. There May Be Progress In Technology But There's No Ethical Progress Whatsoever.

Once You Lose That Sense Of Wonder At Being Alive, You're Pretty Much On The Way Out.