Even Though Marriage Is Doomed, If You

Our Photographs Are Filthier And Our Stories Are More Disgusting. We Make No Effort To Be Artistic.

Since Fame Is An Illusion And Death Is In Our Future All We Have Is The Next Moment Before We Are Swallowed Into Oblivion.

Love Is A Deception And A Trap. Love Is As Big A Myth That God Sits With His Flowing White Beard In A Throne And Looks At Us.

Our Stock In Trade Is Raw, Flailing Sex.

I Keep Attacking The Villains, The Know-nothings, The People Who Want To Take Our Freedoms Away.