I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

We have to remember everything. If we don't, by the time we grow up it'll be gone forever.

Once you've arrived at the end of the world, it hardly matters which route you took.

Why is it beautiful that humanity keeps coming back? So does herpes.

Once again the absurdity of my inner thoughts overwhelms me, and I want to crawl out of my skin, escape my ugly, awkward flesh and be a skeleton, naked and anonymous.

God has made us study partner. We need to talk about our project.