Phil Volatile > Quotes

“When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts.”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“I hate forcing myself to go to bed to avoid committing suicide.”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“When I think about the past and how blind I was in that life, I compare it to being a god and losing everything when being cast out. I had the unlimited power to destroy myself and everything around me. It’s like having been in a cave for years and I’m finally out of the cave. The sun burns my eyes and skin. I don’t recognize my surroundings. No one looks authentic, and now I’m on the hunt for people that have the pieces to my puzzle that will help me on my quest. I have no cave to hide in, and I’m just left with the sediment of a previous life and my own mortality.”
― Volatalistic Phil, My Mind's Abyss

“Now I’m
sober and I
realize, I
didn’t drink to
escape the world,
I drank to escape
myself”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“I don’t need the facts. I’m a Pisces.”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“And somewhere
out there,
in the river of
addicts,
alcoholics,
wife beaters,
doormats,
overeducated legalized thieves,
fascist police,
and bitter rivalries—
someone told me
it’s a good city,
and I don’t know
what’s more frightening”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“Truly, the better a person you are, or become, the harder life becomes. No longer are you omnipotent, but are made flaccid. You are exposed to the horrors of the world. I decree that it is harder to live than to die, but sacred are the few whom have chosen to live. The uneducated man possesses the aptitude to destroy his surroundings. It isn’t until you are educated in both realms that you stop living for yourself. We must wear the hearts of our opponents on our sleeves in order to be worthy of the pride we wear on our shoulders. Victories against other flesh are only victories when not worn as trophies. Always remember—the futility of man is only surpassed by its greatness.”
― Volatalistic Phil, My Mind's Abyss

“to live a
substance-free
life under the
pressures of
the daily grind
is state-sponsored
suicide”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Too many codeine pills,
Too many nights of cold chills
Too many weak-handed deals
Too many lives, the addict steals”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“What simple and
ordinary lives we live,
underneath the shadows
of projection screen
artists”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“and tonight we held each
other, one last time,
like a dance to a
slow song
on an empty
floor,
underneath a single
disco ball
in front of
no one
at all”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Because any guilt the size
of a speck of dust, or shame,
can crush even the best of men,
in mountains of weight”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“I used to fear things like not having enough alcohol and drugs, or the money to get them. Now I fear someone holding me down and physically forcing me to take drugs and drink alcohol. I fear that for some reason I wouldn't be allowed or wouldn't be able to read anymore.”
― Volatalistic Phil

“I stopped loving my father at some point while I was a drunk. I began hating him after I became sober.”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“I’ve looked at so
much porn that
every woman I meet
looks vaguely
familiar”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“I pawned the remote to my misery,
trading it in for liquor that was cheap;
screwdrivers for my vitamin c,
and a little bloodstream to my IV,
helping to soothe my lunacy”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“It’s sad
that burnt marshmallows
make me think of
methamphetamine,
when they
should bring
back childhood
memories of
s’mores”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“We had scar-tissue
romance and ours was
a relationship of saying
goodbye—every time
we fought, every time
we fucked, and every time
we called it quits, before
picking up our knives
again”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Some people are hard to forget, but some people are hard to remember.”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Maybe someday I can find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but will lack the strength to lift it anymore. Then, I will think to empty the coin from the pot, but will lack the genius to carry out the said act. Later, I will be approached by someone who will ask me about the story of the pot of gold. I will attempt to explain the story to them in the best way that I can.
The person might then ask me, “How much of it was true?” and to them I shall respond with a question.
“How much do you have believed of it to be of truth and be not farce?”
They will ponder over what has been asked of them. They will solemnly look first to the ground, and then to the sky, seeking the divine answer to disarm, or perhaps the answer to their own question. After much time spent rehearsing the question and answer in their head, they will have finally reached the answer.
“Half—half of it I believe were true.” They will say to me with complete confidence, and then that confidence will subside assertively into a question. Feeling flustered and unsure of themselves, with their face representing melting wax, they will again look to me for an answer.
“Half of it was true then,” I will reply to them with my assertiveness.
Puzzled and dumbfounded, the person will ask me, “How was half of it true then?”
I will reply to this person in a sincere attempt to gain their confidence and instill wisdom in them.
“I cannot tell you what is right or wrong, only what I think is right or wrong. If you believe that half were true, then half were true. If you believe that all of it lies in truth, then all of it were divinely true. If you find that it is absurd and could not share any truth, then there be no truth in the matter. It is your perception that has brought you to your conclusion, not mine. For clearly, if you are thinking about what be true and what be not true, then I have done my job in giving you something to think about, but I cannot think or decide for you.”
― Volatalistic Phil, My Mind's Abyss

“I traded in my
freedom for
a needy, whiny
and defiant
four-year-old,
a junky girlfriend,
and a relationship
riddled with
someone else’s
problems

Now, I stare
out of open
windows like
a wild mustang
craving open
fields

I clench my
crotch, where
my balls
used to be,
and I hum a
loathsome tune,
like an out-
of-work castrato
who’s realized his
dreams of someday
having his own family
are gone”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Fear is the vehicle in which love can do its worst.”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“Adios

Her pretty picture
lying on the
ground was like
the toppling
of some
fascist
regime
And burning
the photograph,
was the
celebration”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“I’m breaking
down
and I’ve
got so
little time
to
do it”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“But there’s a million of these
towns that are like factories,
breeding hate and fear that only
the fortunate will never meet

And these zoomed up
kids die like saints, for
someone else’s
dollar”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“My aches have aches”
― Phil Volatile, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“America—where we hate our
fathers, love our mothers, and
everyone is hung up on trying
to be a man”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“We aim to be
men who’ll make
our mothers proud,
but we end up
making them cry,
and are only
slightly better
than our fathers,
at best”
― Phil Volatile, Crushed Black Velvet

“I suppose I’ve come a long way
from: being drunk enough to drive;
tired enough to replace sleep with
pills; irresponsible enough with
money to steal for it; and dumb enough
to ruin perfectly normal relationships;
but smart enough to know the difference—
that every lifestyle change is just
a new prison”
― Volatalistic Phil, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story

“We’re not decimal points, dollar signs, numbers, nor calculated penalties We’re human beings, not to be bought and sold, we’re to be priceless and free”
― Phil Volatile, White Wedding Lies, and Discontent: An American Love Story