Rock 'n' roll. Deal with it.
Look how black the sky is, the writer said. I made it that way.
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
I want to take you away from this," I say, motioning around the kitchen, spastic. "From sushi and elves and... STUFF.
The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.
When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.