"That's our tragedy : nobody, except destructive exploiters like Sick Boy, or bland opportunists like Carolyn, has any real passion. Everybody else is just so beaten down by the crap around them. If the word in the eighties was 'me', and in the nineties 'it', in the millennium it's 'ish'. Everything has to be vague and qualified. Substance used to be important, then style was everything. Now it's all just faking it."
Porno / Irvine Welsh
I don't need one of those pink pills with the elephant imprinted on it. I get a contact high soon as I enter the room.

Dance like a madman from ten until two.

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