Life’s Never A Postcard Of

I Keep Hearing In My Head "you Are The Messiah, You Are The Messiah." I Think There's Something Wrong With My Headphones.

Rebel Children, I Urge You, Fight The Turgid Slick Of Conformity With Which They Seek To Smother Your Glory.

The Way I've Been With Drink And Drugs Suggests I Have A Tendency To Get Addicted To Things.

I've Always Had This Impulse To Be Destructive.

The Only Systems We Can Afford To Employ Are Those That Rationally Serve The Planet First, Then All Humanity. Not Out Of Some Woolly, Bullshit Tree-hugging Piffle But Because We Live On It, Currently Without Alternatives.