He felt a little lost, after that experience. Lost as the girls on their knees. It was a never-ending story of young girls losing themselves, such that they were no longer humans with any souls or characters, but pretty girls with fat asses and nice tits.
Boys don't cry-or at least that's what everybody's supposed to believe.
Killing animals to make a fashion statement = a sickening + cold-blooded vanity.
If money's the god people worship, I'd rather go worship the devil instead.
The laws governed people's happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you're so ugly on the inside?