Henry Rollins

Henry Rollins (born February 13, 1961) is an American spoken word artist, writer, journalist, comedian, publisher, actor, radio DJ, activist and former singer-songwriter.

After performing for the short-lived Washington D.C.-based band State of Alert in 1980, Rollins fronted the California hardcore punk band Black Flag from August 1981 until mid-1986. Following the band's breakup, Rollins established the record label and publishing company 2.13.61 to release his spoken word albums, as well as forming the Rollins Band, which toured with a number of lineups from 1987 until 2003, and during 2006.

Since Black Flag disbanded, Rollins has hosted numerous radio shows, such as Harmony in My Head on Indie 103, and television shows such as The Henry Rollins Show, MTV's 120 Minutes, and Jackass. He had a recurring dramatic role in the second season of Sons of Anarchy and has also had roles in several films. Rollins has also campaigned for various political causes in the United States, including promoting LGBT rights, World Hunger Relief, and an end to war in particular, and tours overseas with the United Service Organizations to entertain American troops.

It makes me angry sometimes, it's a visceral thing. How you come to despise your own words in your ears, not because they aren't genuine, but because they are; because you've said them so many times, your 'principles,' your 'ideals,' and so damned little in the world has changed because of them. It’s a mystery to me, we have greed with which we’ve agreed, you think you have to want more than you need until you have it all you won’t be free? Society, you’re a crazy breed, I hope you’re not lonely, without me. Justice? You get justice in the next world. In this one, you have the law.                                                                                                                                  

You may be poor, but the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you want to.
The human species was given dominion over the earth and took the opportunity to exterminate other species and warm the atmosphere and generally ruin things in its own image, but it paid this price for its privileges: that the finite and specific animal body of this species contained a brain capable of conceiving the infinite and wishing to be infinite itself.
The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad.