i can’t tell you how many times a strange-looking man has biked by me muttering something unintelligible but undeniably evil

“. . . I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafés and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking up and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring.”

(a farewell to arms)

if i were to somehow recall every single stupid thing i have ever written or said to someone i might actually die of embarrassment

the last human alive is going to be some inbred halfwit sitting alone in the ruins of a football stadium trying to figure out how to fuck a toaster

there are way too many people

and as a result, there are way too many rules

LIFE; or, “A Thing You Didn’t Realize Could Break Just Broke”

my problem is that i have sympathy for all people, no matter how horrible they are, and even when they are horrible to me

if you approach me wearing a bowtie and you did not just step out of a time machine then i don’t know that we have anything to talk about, man

if your beliefs can be reduced to a slogan on a bumper sticker or a T-shirt then you should probably read some books or something