Am I sleeping? Have I slept at all? This is insomnia.

Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

I think America is just so in love with conflict.

The weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.

You know how both life and porno movies end. The only difference is life starts with the orgasm.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.