I was not born in war-time, and I was not born in pain or poverty. I need an addiction, I need an affliction; to cultivate a personality. I need some: further complications. Further complications in store. Your life is just a carrier-bag. The enemy without has now moved in somewhere else. If your parents didn't screw you up, why not do it yourself? Go fight your battles - go to a disco. You want to suffer? Go to a Rock Show. Do you follow me? Then follow me to: Further complications.