Music is an equation of noises and I fucking damn like noises... I die for one more noise.

If you think somebody cares...

Where are you?
How are you?
...

(You are fucking... damn...WRONG)

If it was a story… you could get a hole… Because you are one fucking damn lucky biatch.

Off, this fucking theories... and religious stuff.

We both know the answer of everything... It is the fucking!

Oh, fucking expression, attention and impression!

(Dexter)