It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.

Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.

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.

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

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer, maybe self-destruction is the answer.

There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.