My Mother Always Tried To

I've Always Wanted Male Friends That I Could Be Real Intimate With And Talk About Important Things With And Be As Affectionate With That Person As I Would Be With A Girl.

I Don't Blame The Average Seventeen-year-old Punk-rock Kid For Calling Me A Sellout. I Understand That. And Maybe When They Grow Up A Little Bit, They'll Realize There's More Things To Life Than Living Out Your Rock & Roll Identity So Righteously.

There's Nothing More Comfortable Than A Cosy Flower Pattern.

A Miserable, Self-destructive, Death Rocker...better To Burn Out Than To Fade Away.

I Like To Complain And Do Nothing To Make Things Better.