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If I listened to all the things that they sad to me I wouldn't be here, If I took the time to bleed from all the tiny arrows I wouldn't be here, The ones who don't do anything are always the ones to try to put you down, You could spend your entire life in the nowhere land of self doubt, Cause when you start to doubt yourself the real world will eat u alive. The more you own, the more it owns you. (shine)
Anywhere you hang yourself is home.
I know I need something, because the grind is just burning me out.
It'll destroy you if you try to make it mean anything to anyone but yourself.
The best revenge is to survive yourself.
The scars will take me far, they always do.
I think about the meaning of pain. Pain is personal. It really belongs to the one feeling it. Probably the only thing that is your own. I like mine.
The blues is losing someone you love and not having enough money to immerse yourself in drink.
If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don't show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents: outlearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.
Isn't it pathetic that we can fuck but we can't look each other in the eyes?
Scar tissue is stronger than muscle tissue-you're turning me into scar tissue-I don't know if I should thank you or myself.
Half of life is fucking up - the other half is dealing with it.
You can get away with a lot of shit if it looks like that's all you know how to do.
I take what I do seriously. I love it and I want to do well at it and work hard. But I'm not serious about everything I do.
Want a good body? Work at it. Want to be a success? Work at it. Want to be truly exceptional? Be a touch insane...You need a little bit of insanity to do great things.
I don't want to know. I don't need it. I don't want the information that millions of people have. I don't want to be fed these boring facts and figures. Then you'll become one of the masses. I'd rather starve my mind a bit and have to search out nutrition in stranger places.
Hope is the last thing a person does before they are defeated.
To hate is to show you still care, who needs that, focus on what's really important.
I don't believe in fate or destiny. I believe in various degrees of hatred, paranoia, and abandonment. However much of that gets heaped upon you doesn't matter - it's only a matter of how much you can take and what it does to you.
There are so many hammocks to catch you if you fall, so many laws to keep you from experience. All these cities I have been in the last few weeks make me fully understand the cosy, stifling state in which most people pass through life. I don't want to pass through life like a smooth plane ride. All you do is get to breathe and copulate and finally die. I don't want to go with the smooth skin and the calm brow. I hope I end up a blithering idiot cursing the sun - hallucinating, screaming, giving obscene and inane lectures on street corners and public parks. People will walk by and say, "Look at that drooling idiot. What a basket case." I will turn and say to them "It is you who are the basket case. For every moment you hated your job, cursed your wife and sold yourself to a dream that you didn't even conceive. For the times your soul screamed yes and you said no. For all of that. For your self-torture, I see the glowing eyes of the sun! The air talks to me! I am at all times!" And maybe, the passers by will drop a coin into my cup.
I am ready for whatever's coming. I expect nothing but to be let down or turned away. I am alone. Goddamn. The shit hurts sometimes, but I realise what I am, what I have become. The alien man waved his arms up and down and noticed that he couldn't wave in the right language so he stopped.
If you really have a lot on your mind, and you really want to do something with yourself...[then] Hating someone is giving them too much, Just leave them alone. Its like when someone wants to hand you a big pile of horseshit, you don't have to take it.
The P word is poetry, and I don't like to use that word. I think poetry is for poets... cappuccino-drinking beret wearing fake ass moustache having, striped shirt wearing, Velvet Underground adoring poets. Leaking, snivelling, moist clammy handed guys who can't get any. I just go up and express myself freely - that's what we call a euphemism for talking shit. When you title yourself, you immediately lend yourself to all kinds of pretension, especially in the poetry business. "I'm a poet", if someone said to me "I'm a poet" I immediately hate him, I'd say "You're a dick." If you want to accomplish anything interesting, you are going to have to go hard.
Go without a coat when it's cold; find out what cold is. Go hungry; keep your existence lean. Wear away the fat, get down to the lean tissue and see what it's all about. The only time you define your character is when you go without. In times of hardship, you find out what you're made of and what you're capable of. If you're never tested, you'll never define you character.
We are hated. We are covered with spit and piss. Life sucks.
War going on inside my head. I can't get to sleep. I'd rather be dead. Don't try to tell me, I can't hear your words. I'm not long for this world.
You want some art? Come and get it.
I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.
Keep your blood clean, your body lean, and your mind sharp.
As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...
Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realise the strength, move on.
Don't do anything by half. If you love someone, love them. If you hate someone, hate them until it hurts.
It's hard to get along with people. As much as you try to like them and accept them as individuals, it becomes difficult because they keep getting out of line and wasting your time.
The ones who don't do anything are always the ones who try to put you down
If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light
If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls
I will write always
I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
The streets lie, the sidewalks lie, everything lies You can try and read it but you're gonna get it wrong...all wrong The summer evenings burn and melt and the nights glitter but you're gonna get it wrong And it's gonna sink its teeth into your flesh and pull you to the bottom
I see the truth as my shield. As long as I tell the truth I feel that nobody can touch me. I can't really explain it, but I feel as long as I tell them my dark sides there is nothing they can dig up. If I don't hide anything there is nothing to be scared of.