Love Is Bullshit. Emotion Is

It's Pathetic How We Can't Live With The Things We Can't Understand. How We Need Everything Labeled And Explained And Deconstructed.

That's Why I Write, Because Life Never Works Except In Retrospect. You Can't Control Life, At Least You Can Control Your Version.

He Was Assaulting The World By Assaulting Himself.

The Future Is Just Wasted On Some People.

I Used To Work In A Funeral Home To Feel Good About Myself, Just The Fact That I Was Breathing.