She's so thin she's either dying or rich.
What we don't understand we can make mean anything.
The future you have, tomorrow, won't be the same future you had, yesterday.
You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?
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.
If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.