If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.
You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.
Imagine how you’d feel if your whole life turned into a job you couldn’t stand.
It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.
If you take my stuff apart, you'll find my choruses of repetitions are picked up almost verbatim from Kurt Vonnegut, and my distanced fracture quality is all from Amy Hempel, who's probably my favourite writer.
I'm always identifying some fallacy in my own life. I'm sort of making fun of myself by exploring and unpacking just why I'm sort of automatically thrown to be a certain way.