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I don’t need the facts. I’m a Pisces.Phil Volatile
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But now that I’m scrubbingtoilets on my hands & knees, with four degrees, I realize that one escape routeleads to anotherPhil Volatile
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There’s a universalunderstanding betweenmen of the silent sorrowa man endures whenhe loses a woman helovesPhil Volatile
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And tonight we held each other, one last time, like a dance to aslow songon an empty floor, underneath a singledisco ballin front of no oneat allPhil Volatile
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Two kinds ofpeople will love you:those who confessit, and those whoshow you, likecards on a table, because love isa gamblePhil Volatile
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AdiosHer pretty picturelying on theground was likethe topplingof somefascistregime And burningthe photograph, was thecelebrationPhil Volatile
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Fear is the vehicle in which love can do its worst.Phil Volatile
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I talk about writing and write so much because aside from music, it’s the only thing giving me peace and reason and purpose. Everyone is looking for answers but I don’t have them and I’m not the answer, but I feel like if I could see the face of God, I’d be better, healed–absolved. I feel like a bastard and like I’m pushing a Ponzi scheme every time someone comes to me for guidance and I push them to the “right” path when I’m just as lost as they are. And it makes me feel like shit every time someone wants to look up to me, or when people call me strong or brave or amazing or want to tell me how “great” I am. And then, the next moment, I’m fine, until the next tide of emotion comes again. I’m just a person who’s had a lot of time to think–a flawed and fucked-up person.Phil Volatile
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To live asubstance-freelife under thepressures ofthe daily grindis state-sponsoredsuicidePhil Volatile
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I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.Phil Volatile
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Some people are hard to forget, but some people are hard to remember.Phil Volatile
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He was tiredof being calleda fag and teasedfor his sexualityby one of the guards, so he tried to hanghimself, twice The kid got a littlecloser the secondtime, but I won’t bearound to see athirdPhil Volatile
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We should’ve thrown fucking riots the first time they had us ring up and bag our owngroceriesPhil Volatile
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When I was achild my worldwasn’t blackand white, it was grey, until I gotbeat upenough timesto realizemy skin wasbeige, anddifferentPhil Volatile
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Some days I’mtrying to forcea smile sohard it feelslike I mightshit my pantsPhil Volatile
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We aim to bemen who’ll makeour mothers proud, but we end upmaking them cry, and are onlyslightly betterthan our fathers, at bestPhil Volatile
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I traded in myfreedom fora needy, whinyand defiantfour-year-old, a junky girlfriend, and a relationshipriddled withsomeone else’sproblems Now, I stareout of openwindows likea wild mustangcraving openfields I clench mycrotch, wheremy ballsused to be, and I hum aloathsome tune, like an out-of-work castratowho’s realized his dreams of someday having his own familyare gonePhil Volatile
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It’s sadthat burnt marshmallowsmake me think ofmethamphetamine, when theyshould bringback childhoodmemories ofs’moresPhil Volatile
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Now I’msober and Irealize, Ididn’t drink toescape the world, I drank to escapemyselfPhil Volatile
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We had scar-tissueromance and ours wasa relationship of sayinggoodbye–every timewe fought, every timewe fucked, and every timewe called it quits, beforepicking up our knivesagainPhil Volatile
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Failure is the new success.Phil Volatile