I want a drink. I want fifty drinks. I want a bottle of the purest, strongest, most destructive, most poisonous alcohol on Earth. I want fifty bottles of it. I want crack, dirty and yellow and filled with formaldehyde. I want a pile of powder meth, five hundred hits of acid, a garbage bag full of mushrooms, a tube of glue bigger than a truck, a pool of gas large enough to drown in. I want something anything whatever however as much as I can.

But that's part of faith. Believing and knowing despite what other people say, and despite what the world might think of your beliefs.

The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.

She feels and she cries. It is to be admired.

Practice not wanting, desiring, judging, doing, fighting, knowing. Practice just being. Everything will fall into place.

I hope nobody took the Razzle Dazzle Rose.

Writing's not precious to me. It's not a thing that requires specific environment. You know, it's my job. Just like anybody with a job, you have to do your job when you don't feel like it, regardless of how good or bad the conditions are, regardless of how good or bad you might feel on any particular day.