I'm not so much a good friend as I am the saviour who wants you to worship him forever.

Whatever the blessing$$$ the talent$$$ or technology$$$ we can still find some way to fuck it up.

Clothing is dishonesty in its purest form.

All I want is somebody to ask me what happened. Then$$$ I'll get on with my life.

When deep space exploration ramps up$$$ it'll be the corporations that name everything$$$ the IBM Stellar Sphere$$$ the Microsoft Galaxy$$$ Planet Starbucks.

Don't ask me when because I don't remember$$$ but somewhere along the way I keep forgetting to commit suicide.

A knife$$$ it felt like a knife$$$ and I'd discovered that despite everything that's happened$$$ I still had an endless untapped potential for getting hurt.

We are all connected on the inside. Your ass is just the far end of your mouth.

You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise$$$ silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception.

No matter how much you think you love somebody$$$ you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.