I didn’t write my speech until the night before, and even then I refused to write it out like I would say it, preferring to keep cribbed notes I could come back to if necessary. I wanted this to feel like a conversation because it was what I wanted to say that mattered, not how it looked on paper.
I am tired of the superficial smiles that adorn the many ghouls among us. I am tired of the righteous indignation that hides beneath those visages that feign our best interest and deign to think we cannot and will not stand for ourselves.
It was always a thrill for me, getting out of the cocoon and wandering. I’d let the wind wrap around me like fire and slip into the unknown with a moment’s hesitation.
It’s one giant Bowflex commercial covered in booze vomit.
The ’90s were indeed a great time to be alive. There was a sense of optimism that I never felt before that decade and I haven’t felt since.
You can make a thousand promises to yourself that you’ll take that same fantastic love and give it to someone else, but the moment you see that person with someone else, it’s like a gut full of razorblades. It never gets easier. And it shouldn’t, really.
Popular thought appeals to crowds, gatherings and tribes, who use it as a way to guide the herd. It is very evident in protests – sometimes the very people doing the protesting have NO IDEA what they are talking about.
RADIO IS DEAD. The once-bright star that was public broadcasting has been destroyed by greed and corproate muscle to the point that even the music that is completely repugnant is positioned to be popular.
I want you to understand something: I am loving father who would do anything for his kids, whether they are mine or belonging to others in my family.
Justin Bieber is a douche bag. Now that I have your attention, let’s talk about cars.
Everyone knows Spiderman is my favorite superhero of all time. My favorite supervillain? George W. Bush.
The weird thing about metal fans is we’re all so maladjusted in a lot of ways. We’re individualistic and opinionated and severe in our personalities – sometimes we really turn each other off. A little bit of a metal fan goes a long way.
Do what you do and mean it every second of the day. If you don’t, you’re living someone else’s life.
I bet you a handful of Chili’s coupons that Jesus had a foot fetish.
I didn’t have the worst childhood, but I didn’t have the best, and when you grow up like that, you have certain limitations invariably stuck inside you. Slipknot was a way to work it out.
It is always the nights you cannot remember that eventually become the stories you don’t forget.
I sin like crazy, but I protect my people.
Show me on the doll where Fun is a rock band.
We are defined by our dignity to rise above debasement. We are certainly better people for doing so.
Anyone who feels that homosexuality is not only a sin but also a disease or a mental issue should take a look in the mirror and realize who the real crazy person is.