I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like things that are built well. I like passion. I like killing gluttony. I like innocence. I like playing my cards wrong. I like to complain and do nothing to make things better. I like the comfort in knowing that women are generally superior and naturally less violent than men. I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll. I like to impeach God. I like to abort Christ. I like to fuck sheep. I like to swim. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity. I like various styles of music. I like to write poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I love to sleep. I like to be by myself. I like to be with my friends. I like to blame my parents’ generation for coming so close to social change, then giving up after a few successful efforts by the media and government to deface the movement by using the mansons and other hippie representatives as propaganda examples on how they were nothing but unpatriotic, communist, satanic, inhuman diseases and in turn, the baby boomers become the ultimate, conforming, yuppie hypocrites a generation has ever produced.
—  Kurt Cobain’s Confessions.