Here, smear some solitude over you, wherever it hurts.

The eyes are listening, that's why they're so wide

Let's make this slaughterhouse, a slaughterHOME.

I screamed into the abyss today, and it handed me breath mints.

I've only one heart, but I don't mind sharing pieces of it.

Ha, ha, yes, quite right!

I could write and write until the write straightens all the wrongs and gets things upright.

need to roll around in some love and kindness

Happiness, the remix (sadness)

I find it difficult to make friends with folks who are not cool with the local butcher, baker AND candlestick maker

A man that can't treat you right is no different than jeans your butt don't look good in. Improperly made and on its way to goodwill in a trash bag.

A stray, delicate-winged miracle perches upon me. I hold still not to scare it away. Time ticks. One of us will eventually move. Time ticks.

That thing you like is just a symptom of a society in decay, but sure I’ll do it for you.

I think I need a weekend of make-believe and I don’t mean Disney.

Auto-reminiscing while auto-strolling into endings.

i'm worn out from avoiding, try again tomorrow

The meaning of life— like that’s going to help.

i don't want to change the world

i just wanna watch it go by

I'm more interested in the random acts of squirrels than in the deliberate actions of celebrities.

In a sense, night’s a womb. In a sense, day’s a warm crib for your finer, newer version.

Try to only panic about one thing at a time.

Some people are like starlight illusions—you can still see them, but you know they’re long gone

I aspire to be a figment of someone else's imagination.

Festering today. Floundering tomorrow. Flowering the day after. Right on schedule.

Survival of the richest

YOU’RE NOT A LATE BLOOMER IF YOU NEVER BLOOM

A flair for despair.

my delusion keeps me sane

the strange things that happen to us on the way to ourselves

In a million colours, an illusion shatters, and the smithereens dance around you in celebration of your new lightness of being.