Some people are just born human, the rest of us, we take a lifetime to get there.

I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.

Every time I write something, I think, this is the most offensive thing I will ever write. But no. I always surprise myself.

When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?

Griping isn't the same as creating something. Rebelling isn't rebuilding. Ridiculing isn't replacing. We've taken the world apart but we have no idea what to do with the pieces.