I Don't Have Many Friends So The

I Was In Pakistan In Islamabad When Bhutto Was Assassinated, And The Next Day, You Know, There's Just Plumes Of Smoke Everywhere. I Mean, Islamabad Is On Fire.

I'm A Big Germs Fan; Most People Are.

There's No Such Thing As An Ex-junkie.

She Touches Me The Jungle Lights Up With Incinerating Fire Looks Like A Flaming Serpent I Look Into Her Eyes I See A Movie Flickering Car Crashes People Kicking Corpses Men Ripping Their Tracheas Out And Shaking Them At The Sky I Think To Myself: I Don’t Want To Survive This One I Want To Burn Up In The Wreckage Cooking Flesh In The Jungle

Every Politician, Every President Gets Votes By Getting People That Don't Like Him To Like Him. That's Why Politicians Are Slippery: Because They Talk Out Of Both Sides Of Their Mouth.