You know that old phrase ‘Those who don’t remember the past are condemned to repeat it’? Well, I think those who remember the past are even worse off.

you're doomed at being you.

Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.

It’s a fun playtime. Please, don’t kill it with big words.

Seek midday nourishment. Visit memorial acclaimed war hero Colonel Sanders.

It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.

Find good in what the world says is evil.