Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.
Record labels, producers, venues, promoters, booking agents, local zines, writers, photographers, indy filmmakers, old friends, free people with a diy ethos, musicians, nihilists, open minded individuals, bands that make me feel like a child being first exposed to music....and g.g. allin, but guess that will be in hell
"People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked. And if one gains the immediate purpose of the lie - the price one pays is the destruction of that which the gain was intended to serve. The man who lies to the world, is the world's slave from then on."
I've seen you in the mirror when the story began
And I fell in love with you.
I love your mortal sin.
Your brains are locked away but I love your company.
I only ever leave you when you got no money.
I got no emotions for anybody else.
You better understand I'm in love with myself,
Myself, my beautiful self!