Blame is just a lazy person's way of making sense of chaos.

Ten commandments yet seven deadly sins: conflict?

I'd take a helicopter up and throw microwave ovens down on the Taco Bell.

Every single moment is a coincidence.

You know, I think the people I feel saddest for are the ones who once knew what profoundness was, but who lost or became numb to the sensation of wonder, who felt their emotions floating away and just didn't care. I guess that's what's scariest: not caring about the loss.

Compromise is said to be the way of the world and yet I find myself feeling sick trying to accept what it has done to me.

Here are some passing thoughts. Imagine looking up at the moon and seeing it burning. Imagine seeing the grocery store’s checkout girl grow horns. Imagine growing younger instead of older. Imagine feeling more powerful and more capable of falling in love with life every new day instead of being scared and sick and not knowing whether to stay under a sheet or venture forth into the cold.