I Want To Be Ripped Apart By

But Music Seems To Me To Be The Most Closely Identified With My Soul. I Mean, I Feel That It’s The Best For Me. It Just Gets Into The Bloodstream So Quickly, For No Reason At All. You Can Close Your Heart, And You Can Sleep Even With Your Eyes Closed, But You Can Never Close Your Ears.

Sometimes If Somebody You Feel You Need... The Whole Universe Tells You That You Have To Have Her, You Start Watching Her Favorite Tv Shows All Night, You Start Buying Her The Things She Needs, You Start Drinking Her Drinks, You Start Smoking Her Bad Cigarettes, You Start Picking Up Her Nuances In Her Voice, You Sleep In Safe Sometimes The Most Dangerous Thing... This Is Called Mojo Pin.

Words Are Beautiful But Restricted. They're Very Masculine, With A Compact Frame. But Voice Is Over The Dark, The Place Where There's Nothing To Hang On: It Comes From A Part Of Yourself That Simply Knows, Expresses Itself, And Is.

I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know That I’m Missing Anything. I Just Think Too Much Sometimes. Sometimes I’m Even Happy Because I’m So Engaged In The Thinking. But That’s The Great Thing About Performing, And Why It Is Also Sexual, Because In That Moment – Or In That Evening – I’m Completely In The Present For Once In My Life. Nothing That Came Before Or Anything That May Come After: Only What Matters Is Now. And That’s What Human Beings Crave.

Be Seriously Involved With Growing, With Your Own Development, And Never Fear. Be The Kind Of Person Who Is Naturally Powerful, Positive, Ingenious, Open, To The Highest Degree. Be The Best. No Negativity. No Weakness. No Acquiescence To Fear Or Disaster. No Errors Of Ignorance. No Evasion To Reality.