13. What would you consider to be the biggest insult to yourself?

By me? Or by someone else? What? Calling me selfish or quantifying money at me… that ruins me and ruins how I feel about you. I’m terrified of being selfish. I’ll die before I’ll do something selfish, pretty much. Awful. And people trying to explain money to me… You guys don’t know me, but I’m the poorest human being and I mean that. So no.

18. Why is your favorite band your favorite?

RAMMSTEIN! Lyrical genius. The ability to be hard-hitting and yet gentle, raucous and yet poignant. The music is gruff and unapproachable, but so very human. Till Lindemann knows suffering. He gets it. He’s such a brute of a man, but there is tenderness in that heart. The band… just, the way they function as a whole… those men were meant to make music and to make it with each other. There is a constant flow and an underlying communication that I don’t think even they are aware of. German is the language of poets, truly. 

The way Rammstein makes me feel… 

I feel like I’ve been wandering for days and it’s raining and it’s cold and I’m frightened, but I’m at peace with where I am, and then I find a shell of what was once a great house and the only thing in it not burned completely is a music box and my hands get covered in ash as I try to open it, but then the inside is perfect, beautiful, painted, untouched by fire or weather or any decay at all, but the song is a bit slow and a bit off key, but it’s beautiful all the same.

Run on sentence, the end, ponies.