Everything Means Nothing To Me

I Liked The Idea Of A Self-contained, Endless Pursuit Of Perfection. But I Have A Problem With Perfection. I Don't Think Perfection Is Very Artful. But There's Something I Liked About The Image Of A Skater Going In This Endless Twisted Circle That Doesn't Have Any Real Endpoint. So The Object Is Not To Stop Or Arrive Anywhere; It's Just To Make This Thing As Beautiful As They Can.

I Went Walking Around The City Some More, People Watching With A Cold, Blank Stare. And I Saw Your Face In Everyone, I Swear.

It Was Kind Of Ridiculous To Carry It Up To A Certain Point And Then Drop The Ball Or The Bomb, Like Quitting The Band Right After We Had Signed To Virgin.

You Can Take A Picture Of New York And One Person Looking At It Will Think It Looks Really Depressing, Frightening; And Someone Else Will Look At It And Think Of All The Fun Things You Can Do In New York. I Think Songs Are Kinda Like That.

I Got Tired Of Doing Battle With People Thinking I Was A Little Weird Because I Wasn't In A Band Making Happy, Stilted Music. The Only People Who Really Seem Weird To Me Are People Who Think They're Normal. People Who Think It's Possible To Be Normal Just By Doing The Same Things That Most People Do. Is There A Most People? I Don't Know. Television Makes It Seem Like There Is, But I Think That Might Just Be Television.