I want to leave the world as I entered it: naked and crying in a room full of strangers.

If I had a dreamcatcher when I was thirteen, it would have spent many long days in the dryer.

Showing joy by jumping up and down and clapping goes away at some point between pre-school and being old enough to go to orgies.

Do transvestites have to dress up for Halloween or do they pretty much qualify from the get-go?

The hard part about living in the present is it forces you to abandon hope for the future. Thanks for nothing, now.

That which does not kill you usually circles around and tries again.

Somewhere, there's someone who's masturbation ritual ends with them setting up ventriloquist dummies facing the bed. I mean, someone else.