I Spend Most Of My Life Just

This Is How It Is With Insomnia. Everything Is So Far Away, A Copy Of A Copy Of A Copy. The Insomnia Distance Of Everything, You Can't Touch Anything And Nothing Can Touch You.

Doesn't Reincarnation Strike You As Just Another Form Of Procrastination?

Yes, These Are Bruises From Fighting And I'm Okay With That.

I Don't Care What They Do With My Book So Long As The Flippin Check Clears.

Going To Work Just Looked Crazy. Eating Another Meal, Ever, Made About As Much Sense As Planting Tulip Bulbs In The Shadow Of A Falling Atom Bomb.