The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal and torture and damnation.

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is

I didn't have any friends at school, didn't want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

We waste days like mad blackbirds and pray for alcoholic nightsour silk-sick human smiles wrap around us like somebody else's confetti

I wasn’t lonely. I experienced no self-pity. I was just caught up in a life in which I could find no meaning.

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving