Sorry, Mom. Sorry, God.

This Isn't About Love As In Caring. This Is About Property As In Ownership.

That If You Could Acquire Enough, Accomplish Enough, You’d Never Want To Own Or Do Another Thing. That If You Could Eat Or Sleep Enough, You’d Never Need More. That If Enough People Loved You, You’d Stop Needing Love.

Skinny Guys Fight Till They're Burger.

You Realize That Our Mistrust Of The Future Makes It Hard To Give Up The Past.

No Matter How Many Luxuries You Get, Something Will Be Missing. No Matter How Carefully You Choose, You'll Never Be Totally Happy.