The RIP thread...

When you get older and have some actual experience of life to draw upon rather than your mum's record collection and an overblown turgid book by an overated author, you might learn that only passion that is reciprocated is worth anything.

Being "passionate" about some fucking book or the crime against music that is Joni Mitchell is the mark of a person who has never been fortunate enough to experience real passion.

I don't need to back my thoughts or beliefs up with something so hollow and empty as conviction because mine are backed up with something rather more substantial: experience. Perhaps thats why I dont feel the need to ram my childish opinions down people's throats.