Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature. - Henry Rollins

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Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature.

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About Henry Rollins

Henry Lawrence Garfield (born February 13, 1961), better known as Henry Rollins, is an American musician, singer, actor, presenter, comedian, and activist.

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Birth Name: Henry Lawrence Garfield
Alternative Names: Henry Garfield
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And so you go out with a girl and you’re driving…

“So what are you reading right now?”

“Well, I’m not much of a reader…”

*screeching car brakes*

“I’M NOT MUCH OF A DINNER BUYER! GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT!”

“But we’re lost in the stucco sprawl of L.A.”

“I DON’T CARE!”

But every once in a while you meet the one who reads…

“So what are you reading?” he asked (you know, the date killer question)…“So what are you reading?”

“Well I’m right in the middle of a book right now — ”

Oh my god, she’s in the middle of a book. Be still my beating heart.

“So what are you reading?” he asked expectantly, nerves tingling, body aquiver

“Well, I’m in the middle of this Harry Potter b — ”

*screeching car brakes*

“DON’T BE AN ADULT WOMAN WHO READS A FUCKING CHILDREN’S BOOK IN MY CAR, GET THE FUCK OUT!

I have found a way to beat myself
I win by losing, something like that
I'm told that I'm stupid
So ok, I'll be stupid
If I can't register the pain
Then it's not there
I'm not so stupid after all
I'll show them

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I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to. I don’t want to kill myself. I still want to listen to Charlie Parker and sit in a room alone at four in the morning. There are moments to live for. There are times, hours slammed together, that are definitely worthwhile. It’s all the other hours, minutes and unendurable expanses of time that drag me by my collarbone slowly through the mindlessness of their blank words.

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