Why Is It So Hard To Be

Stories Have No Point If They Don't Absorb Our Terror.

Bloomberg Weighed Three Hundred Pounds. This Itself Was Historical. I Revered His Weight. It Was An Affirmation Of Humanity's Reckless Potential; It Went Beyond Legend And Returned Through Mist To The Lovely Folly Of History. To Weigh Three Hundred Pounds. What Devout Vulgarity.

Something Lurked Inside The Truth.

I've Got Death Inside Me. It's Just A Question Of Whether Or Not I Can Outlive It.

Explain Me To Myself, You’ll Make Me Choke On My Lunch. Feel Sympathy For Me, I’ll Puke Monkey Blood On Your Understated Shoes.