I need some kind of... like... last minute, poorly-set-up deus ex machina!!

Out here where the world begins and ends, it’s like nothing ever stops happening.

‎All my stupid little thoughts beget stupid little thoughts, rampantly speculating every possible outcome of every possible situation until they're all done to death and none of them could ever be true.

This song is for the guy who keeps yelling from the balcony, and it's called 'We hate you, please die.'

Bryan Lee O'Malley has been alive since he was born and will lives until he dies.

These shoes are Mr Silly's shoes, Scott.

I have a lot on my mind and not a lot to do so it's going to come out, all of it, and then, then, it may begin to make a sort of sense