Every time I draw a clean breath, I'm like a fish out of water.

Imagine this:
Ice is coming to YOUR house.
Can you HEAR it knocking?
Are you ready?
What will YOU do?

I used to condemn junkies, like they could get off the stuff if they really wanted to, and that is just as stupid as saying, "You could grow eyes in the back of your head if you really wanted to.

I wanted to meet the monster.

Why go down if you can go up?

Devoid of any survival instinct, they're all truly running towards their very own apocalypse. Very sad, mostly because they all seem so blindly ecstatic on the way there. Some will manage to flee this doctrine, those doomed to face the music. And that melody never leaves them... Sadly, this may be the only reason they never return to their tragic culture.

It takes away a lot of the thrill of killing yourself when people are looking for you and you're disappointing them, because it is a lot of fun when you're out there killing yourself.