I Was Having A Mildly Paranoid Day,

So This Zealot Comes To My Door, All Glazed Eyes And Clean Reproductive Organs, Asking Me If I Ever Think About God. So I Tell Him I Killed God. I Tracked God Down Like A Rabid Dog, Hacked Off His Legs With A Hedge Trimmer, Raped Him With A Corncob, And Boiled Off His Corpse In An Acid Bath. So He Pulls An Alternating-current Taser On Me And Tells Me That Only The Official Serbian Church Of Tesla Can Save My Polyphase Intrinsic Electric Field, Known To Non-engineers As "the Soul." So I Hit Him. What Would You Do?

Writing Is Basically A Job For People Who Like Punching Themselves In The Face, I’m Pretty Sure.

I Want A Tattoo Over My Heart That Reads Try Harder You Lazy Paramedic Shitbag Or I Will Haunt Your Bedroom Forever

What If I Left My Memory In The Future And I Have To Catch Up To It?

I Was Having A Mildly Paranoid Day, Mostly Due To The Fact That The Mad Priest Lady From Over The River Had Taken To Nailing Weasels To My Front Door Again.