Her voice makes me think of her mouth makes me think of her breath makes me think of her breasts.

Emotionally, in our minds, we get so filled with resentments where we've got a story about absolutely everything.

I would pay snakes to bite her.

Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

I think America is just so in love with conflict.