Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned,
our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain,
put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain,
and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain,
put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain,
and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain
"This agony and pain... What am I supposed to take it out on? This rage... Who do I proclaim it to?!"
[resets his broken finger, plays a minute-long electric guitar solo]
"Ahh... I was able to fully express my heart! I was able to express the ultimate rage."
[resets his broken finger, plays a minute-long electric guitar solo]
"Ahh... I was able to fully express my heart! I was able to express the ultimate rage."
— Akira Otoishi, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable
"When I’m working on them it’s like I’m channeling whatever’s plaguing me into the paint, and when they’re done I feel like I’ve been emptied out, and all the vile things inside of me have been sealed away in the canvas. It’s why I make so many of them. Sometimes, when I return to a piece, it’s almost like I’m offering an invitation for those feelings to slither back under my skin… There are pieces I can’t even look at."
— Reese Kelly, Scarlet Hollow
Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You'll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You'll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend
— Twenty One Pilots, "Kitchen Sink"