November 13, 2010
Punk is what makes me realize that nothing is so serious, nothing is so bad in my personal life that it cannot be used in a joke. Punk tells me that nothing is sacred, truth is subjective, and everything is fair game. Punk is searing, sloppy, witless, sneering sheer idiotic brilliance and a mess of vomit baked to perfection in toxic sunshine. Punk is the gateway drug to the ongoings that used to be secret, hidden in shadows, not shoved into bright light and mirrors to the sounds of shrieks and barks and sarcasm. Punk is blank. So am I.