If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

Anytime my work can coax bodily fluids out of someone, I'm happy.

No mat­ter how much I try and hide this, bit by bit, I start to fall apart.

In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.

I'm really glad that I made a lot of mistakes, poorly chose my friends throughout my twenties, and didn't have a rocket trajectory that set me on one path without making any mistakes or having any setbacks. The older I get, the more I realize that it's all of these failed, horrible things from my past, and the stories that they generated, that are the things I will draw on for the rest of my life.

I ran. I ran until my muscles burned and my veins pumped battery acid. Then I ran some more.