Self improvement is masturbation. Now self destruction.
When I received my first paycheck from my now known day job, I spent it on a period Craftsman chair and a Frank Lloyd Wright-wannabe lamp. With my second paycheck, I bought a stereo.
Ideals are peaceful. History is violent.
Your shame will be your torture, and your torture will be your life. I wish it long.
There's peace in understanding that I have only one life, here and now, and I'm responsible.
Heartthrobs are a dime a dozen.