More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.

A knife, it felt like a knife, and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened, I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

No fear. No distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter truly slide.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.