Tomorrow never happens. It's all the same fucking day, man.

I think about dying but I don't want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There's so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I'm still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can't quite figure out what the hell I'm doing or how to get out of it.

I hate going to the gym and doing it the old-fashioned way. I hate anything that's too straightforward, too routine, too familiar. I get bored really, really quickly.

You can do whatever you like with my image, my music, remix it, re-release it, whatever... just never make me boring.

I have no aspirations of growing old and boring.

I certainly don't have any aspirations to live to 70. It would be so boring. I will be dead and gone long before that. I won't be here... as far as I'm concerned, I've lived a full life and if I'm dead tomorrow, I don't give a damn. I've lived. I really have done it all.