To days of inspiration, play hookie, making something outta nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad
To loving tension, no pension To more than one dimension, To starving for attention, Hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course, Hating dear old mom and dad
To riding your bike, Midday past the three piece suits To fruits -- to no absolutes -- To Absolut -- to choice -- To the Village Voice -- To any passing fad
Here in this cold white room tied up to these machines, it's hard to imagine life as it used to be. Laughing, screaming, tumbling queen... Like the most amazing light show you've ever seen. Whirling, swirling, never blue... How could you go and die? What a selfish thing to do...
RIP Jason
"It's a great feeling of power to be naked in front of people. We're happy to watch actual incredible graphic violence and gore, but as soon as somebody's naked it seems like the public goes a bit bananas about the whole thing."