Found a really nice magazine called “carpark” This quote was on Issue 4, Page: who knows.
“Hi you’re listening to "the lonely hearts radio show”, but i know you’re listening to your heart. you pretend it’s me you’re having a dialogue with but it isn’t. Fess up. It’s the continuous beating of your heart. You wish it would stop, that you couldn’t hear it, because then you could talk yourself into believing you don’t have a heart and you can’t be hurt anymore"