I can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.

There is no ideal world for you to wait around for. The world is always just what it is now, and it's up to you how you respond to it.

The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.

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

I want life and in all its stupid sticky rawness.

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.