the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Rely on one thing too long and when it disappears you have nothing--well, that's just bad planning.

I don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back. So, I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them?

me, showing up completely naked, only a giant sake bottle hiding my huge dick: hey

His hands keep turning into birds and flying away from him. Him being you.

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Do you want it? Do you want anything I have? Will you throw me to the ground like you mean it, reach inside and wrestle it out with your bare hands?

God says, Which one of you fuckers can get to me first?

He wants in, he wants out, he wants the antidote. He stands in front of the mirror with a net, hoping to catch something.

sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.

If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?

If you were walking away, keep walking.

I’m a romantic, an absurdist. I am bad with facts and I get confused. I’m a hostile witness. I didn’t want to see this, talk about this. I wanted to testify to something else.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary. I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.

Am I still alive?

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.