GOOD FAITH—

THIS SAME YOUNG SOBER-BLOODED BOY DOTH NOT LOVE ME;

NOR A MAN CANNOT MAKE HIM LAUGH;

BUT THAT’S NO MARVEL,

HE DRINKS NO WIIIINNNEEE

I would rather feel your spine than your skull, whoever you are. A thin joist of a spine never yet upheld a full and noble soul. I rejoice in my spine, as in the firm audacious staff of that flag which I fling half out into the world.

I look around the world and think, “They’re catering to someone all right, and it sure as hell ain’t me”

Baby, the only thing I’m the target demographic for is DEATH!!

Next time someone asks me if I have a savings account (why do people ask this) I’m just going to go ahead and actually cry

I took this at a stoplight

Two more!! (Oh BABY do I miss the Doomsmobile~)

Laura Rokas-Bérubé, God bless her, captured a moment in time that represents all moments in time (for me):

I have listened to “On the Beach” like a billion times today

What are you supposed to do when the things that usually work don’t work anymore