I see if I can make human beings look like reptiles.

Beware of privilege. It stinks of rotten fish heads, many of which were lapping the shore beneath the jetties.

God invented mankind because he loved silly stories.

Business should never be allowed to justify mean, thug ugly deals for any reason.

I see if I can make human beings look like reptiles.

At first, I thought 'this series is going to be all about death and desecration,' but instead became a more complex landscape of human relationships. I hope I put something of these feelings into the portraits that I made of the characters, which were landscapes in themselves. An irony in the subject of crystal meth is how beautifully it resembles the desert sky.

Call immediately. Time is running out. We both need to do something monstrous before we die.