Humans Are Not Really Very Humane.

The Internet Has Obviously Wiped Music Off The Human Map - Killed The Record Shop, And Killed The Patience Of Labels Who Consider Debut Sales Of 300,000 To Not Be Good Enough.

My Childhood Is Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets Upon Streets. Streets To Define You And Streets To Confine You, With No Sign Of Motorway, Freeway Or Highway.

You Are A Work Of Art.

There Are More Than Enough To Fight And Oppose; Why Waste Good Time Fighting The People You Like?

Close Your Eyes, And Think Of Someone You Physically Admire, And Let Me Kiss You.