Seven Deadly Sins: Settling the Argument Between Born Bad and Damaged Good

by Corey Taylor

The thing you have to remember about “nowhere” is it is merely a combination of “now” and “here.”

Nine times out of ten, sin is a matter of opinion, and in my opinion sins are only sins if you are hurting other people. So if you are not hurting anyone else, where is the damn sin?

We are defined by our dignity to rise above debasement; we are certainly better people for doing so.

So what if you like to fuck? Who cares if you enjoy actually having money, or love to eat, or are impassioned, or use your covetous nature to push yourself to new heights? Who gives a shit if all you want to do on your only day off is lay in bed and fucking sleep? Or if you think you are the sexiest prick on the planet? Who cares? That is none of my business. It is yours. If you can live with it and you are not hurting anyone else, frankly I applaud you.

A philosopher thinks out loud to make things better for everyone else. Fanatics make themselves louder because they think they are better than everyone else.

The way is never shut if the light you seek is bright enough. If you are feeling a little dark, you can always change the bulb.

You are all sad, starving, exhausting, sorry lumps of aberrant cell reproduction, and I still cannot get over how much you all look like me.

What the Catholics and Christians call a sin against oneself, the great Woody Allen called “sex with the one you love.” Masturbation and a rented movie beat dinner and shitty conversation with a bad blind date any fucking day of the week.

sin? In my professional opinion, lust is not a sin at all. But I will say this: Sometimes it feels even better when you pretend it is one.

The only differences between a freak and a fashion guru are IQ and a Twitter page.

Humans are empty glasses with vast reservoirs of endurance.