What I did was pour out about a gallon of Chanel Number Five and put a burning wedding invitation to it, and boom, I'm recycling.

Ever since college, I make friends. They get married. I lose friends.

It's pathetic how we can't live with the things we can't understand. How we need everything labeled and explained and deconstructed.

Unless we have that moment of chaos, followed by the emotional release of realization, nothing will be remembered.

It's because we're so trapped in our culture, in the being of being human on this planet with the brains we have, and the same two arms and legs everybody has. We're so trapped that any way we could imagine to escape would be just another part of the trap. Anything we want, we're trained to want.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

Schools of science and physics replacing each other at a faster and faster rate. Just the nature of our world is constant revision, constant...negation of previous beliefs, and so...the whole world is a twist ending. Every week is a twist ending.