if you’re not a part of my life now you never were and you never will be again. fuck you and yours and stay the fuck out of my way.
I was walking on a bridge, no lights no noise. i was walking away from the city and there in the middle of the bridge i stopped to look at the moon. looking down at the water so beautiful and calm
But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.
Then she became queen of the neighborhood parties,
While I was an unknown boy along for the ride,
Kept the guitar right by my side,
It was better than conversing with the kids I didn’t like,
But on the fourth of July when the fireworks rang out,
She met a new boy who was more hip and less strung out
"I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American Male."
- Kurt Cobain