I Wonder Why People Like

I Am Interested In Anything About Revolt, Disorder, Chaos-especially Activity That Seems To Have No Meaning. It Seems To Me To Be The Road Toward Freedom... Rather Than Starting Inside, I Start Outside And Reach The Mental Through The Physical.

Most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be.

I Wouldn't Mind Dying In A Plane Crash. It'd Be A Good Way To Go. I Don't Want To Die In My Sleep, Or Of Old Age, Or Od... I Want To Feel What It's Like. I Want To Taste It, Hear It, Smell It. Death Is Only Going To Happen To You Once; I Don't Want To Miss It

Getting Drunk . . . You're In Complete Control Up To A Point. It's Your Choice, Every Time You Take A Sip. You Have A Lot Of Small Choices. It's Like . . . I Guess It's The Difference Between Suicide And Slow Capitulation . . .

There's The Know. And There's The Unknown. And What Separates The Two Is The Door, And That's What I Wanta Be. Ahh Wanna Be Th' Dooooooooorrr...