"Most people are forced to cope until their loveless slavery is made exciting. Love your masks and adore your chains. How our generation’s most significant cultural event is a disease. God-star AIDS. Clinging to our own sense of waste. It’s not that we couldn’t find anything, it’s just that we couldn’t find worth enough. We wrote letters 24 hours a day. No one ever called. Now people can’t believe us. They’ve found a way of making sense out of life and we still feel sick. People need our influence to steal, fuck and destroy. Maybe they think it’s funny we hurt ourselves. Remember- our lips kiss empty, we fuck futility. We are happy to be used. We are pure. We are the useless sluts that you mould."
Manic Street Preachers, in a letter, to a magazine.
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