It's the refuge for the mentally deficient. It's made by dull people for dull people.
Rejection is one thing - but rejection from a fool is cruel.
Popular music is slowly being laid to rest in every conceivable way... the ashes are already about us if we could but notice them.
I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.
Don't leave it all unsaid, somewhere in the wasteland of your head.
I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.