I'm in love. So kill me.

I don't remember the hotel rooms or the airports but I always remember the events.

There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. The regular way is just to watch the world do it. Just read the newspaper.

More and more we are taught something throughout our growing up, our education, and continuously, no matter how much we believe in this thing, something comes up that forces us to revise our entire belief system. No matter whom you idolize, it turns out that Louis Armstrong collected vast amounts of pornography.

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.

Recycling and speed limits are bullshit. They're like someone who quits smoking on his deathbed.

I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.