The Damaged Loves The Damaged.

My First Time I Jacked Off, I Thought I'd Invented It. I Looked Down At My Sloppy Handful Of Junk And Thought, This Is Going To Make Me Rich.

These Flowers Will Be Rotten In A Couple Hours. Birds Will Crap On Them. The Smoke Here Will Make Them Stink, And Tomorrow A Bulldozer Will Probably Run Over Them, But For Right Now They Are So Beautiful.

Tyler's Words Coming Out Of My Mouth. I Used To Be Such A Nice Person.

The Police Are Asking Through The Bedroom Door, Why Did I Make A Batch Of Strawberry Daiquiris Before I Called Them? Because We Were Out Of Raspberries. Because, Can't They See, It Just Does Not Matter. Time Was Not Of The Essence.

A Writer’s Job Is To Cultivate What Can Go Wrong.