Love Is Two Minutes Fifty-two

Situationism Is A Ludicrous Proposition. It's Ill-formed And It's Perfectly French. That Gallic Disposition Towards Common Sense. L'anarchie!

The Real Color Of My Hair Is Mouse. I Always Want To Be Ginger, Which I Was When I Was Born, Or Blond, Because I Live In L.a., And I Want To Look Like I Go Surfing Without Any Physical Effort.

Let's Escape The Past. The Past Didn't Work. All We Have Is The Future, And I'm The One Who Wrote "no Future For You!" Don't Let The Irony Be Lost.

I've Never Done Anything Deliberately; I Just Speak My Mind, And That Is What I Consistently Do And Will Always Do In Any Way Shape Or Form That I Can.

I Think I Have Something Valid To Say. My Words Are My Bullets. I Like To Brag That Somehow I Got It Right.