When did the future switch from being a promise to a threat?
For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.
Just keep asking yourself: What would Jesus not do?
For the most part my friends can always be more entertaining than the tube ever can be.
Nobody's told me anything to date that I've been completely reviled by.
We kind of deny the stages of life.