I am Jack’s dying brain.

Make it make sense.

Sometimes, just sometimes Well alright, maybe all of the time I'm on a false ego trip Well I'm a renegade of sorts I roam the concrete jungle Hunting idiots for sport

I am Jack’s calluses. Feet, hands, heart.

For fuck’s sake. Figure it out.

#rpafinale off to battle!

I am at the end of Jack’s rope.

Like dad always said, if you can float it, fly it, or fuck it… …rent it. #letterkennywisdom

One more sun comes sliding down the sky.

Emotions are like ew for me so sometimes only music does the trick. open.spotify.com/track/3nvVjT9V…

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There’s a movie that’s called ‘My Child has my Doctor’s Face’. 😆

I press my lying belly across the mountainside. Fall and rise.

And right now, everything you want is wrong. And right now, the sun is trying to kill the moon. Run away tonight.

When people show you who they are, believe them.

Dare I say this is wholesome campaign?

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded, everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.

‘Well sleep tight Cheryl, sleep tight Miss Refinements, sleep tight Poetry Lady, sleep tight Mr. Serious, maybe you'll feel better tomorrow.’

Your mother puts license plates in your underwear? How do you sit?

Give your balls a tug.