The Problem With The World Is That

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.

What's Wrong With Assholes, Baby?

If Something Burns Your Soul With Purpose And Desire, It’s Your Duty To Be Reduced To Ashes By It. Any Other Form Of Existence Will Be Yet Another Dull Book In The Library Of Life.

It's Just That The Grape Has Me Down.

The Apartment Was Built At The Edge Of A High Cliff So That When You Looked Out The Back Window It Seemed As If You Were Twelve Floors Up Instead Of Four. It Was Very Much Like Living On The Edge Of The World - A Last Resting Place Before The Final Big Drop.