The weather today is partly angry, leading to resignation and ultimatums.

You ever wonder if Adam and Eve were just the puppies God dumped because they wouldn't house-train?

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

I spent my life attacking everything because I was too afraid to risk creating anything.

Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.

It can only take a moment to waste the rest of your life.