Love is self deception. I am a living creature. Hate is only self love. I am a double feature.
All I can do is just do stuff while I am alive and hopefully that track record will speak for itself.
Help me to withstand your beauty as it stands out of reach. Give me the capacity to forget ever having felt your touch.
You can find me in the frozen mood section.
I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Thank you for touching me. Some of the only moments worth living were spent with you. Not you especially, the collective you.
I feel like a visitor that got left behind by his ride.
I think of the thrill of an intelligent woman talking just to me.
When she comes She pulls you close She breathes in short bursts Her eyes close Her head tilts back Her mouth opens slightly Her thighs turn to steel, and then melt She is perfect And you feel like you are everything.
Being unique is never easy, and often, by the time culture catches up with you, there are only a few people who notice.
I’m just shallow and self-interested, and don’t get out much because I’m afraid of real commitments.
I wonder if the guy at the gun store would give me a discount on the bullets I’ll need if I told him what I was up to.
You can still function as a living ruin.
I’ll be here tomorrow If I can make it through today.
An adult has the opportunity to enjoy the wisdom gleaned from previous decades of living and experience.
The times I have tried to get close to someone resulted in me feeling threatened and weak.
Keep me preoccupied Keep me busy, busy, busy So I won’t have to think I don’t want to think Because it only brings me pain I just keep running away from My problems Keep me busy Give me a million things to do So I can keep running away from myself.
America has 2.2 million of it’s citizens incarcerated. It’s a statistic we should be ashamed of...
In the summer of ’84, you just couldn’t escape the Born in the USA record.
I have to keep moving I don’t want to think I’m going to work all day today I don’t want to stop Don’t want to let my brain catch up my thoughts How will I be able to tell them that I’m a shadow A grey patch of cold rotting life.