You either approve of violence or you don't, and nothing on earth is more violent or extreme than the meat industry.

What's the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning? Wish I hadn't.

Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you. Even I, sick and depraved, a traveler to the grave, I would never be you.

I'm dramatically underexposed. I demand more attention!

I see the world, it makes me puke, But then I look at you and know, that somewhere there's a someone who can soothe me.

I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.

I don't dream about anyone - except myself