Listen to Fritz The Cat listening to other people.
Cheerful crusty punks.
Electro music.
It's the simple things that are making Liz happy these days.
Hero means nothing.
To run, not to die.
If Zora Neale Hurston were alive today, she would hate your fucking guts.
Dolls with cocks, fans which spread farts.
Wouldn't stand for such monikers.
What to do when you're a punk and your husband cheats on you.
