No matter how much I try and hide this$$$ bit by bit$$$ I start to fall apart.

If you ask me$$$ people in hell just scream to hear their own voice and to pass time.

Religions exist because people would rather have a wrong answer than no answer at all.

It's just the biggest mistake I could think to make.

Somehow it seems wrong to photograph a blind person. It's like stealing something valuable they don't even know they own.

And the more she could imagine this island$$$ the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people$$$ the less she liked any real people.

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution.

There's no escaping fate$$$ it just keeps going. Day and night$$$ the future just keeps coming at you.

Deliver me from Swedish furniture. Deliver me from clever art. May I never be complete. May I never be content. May I never be perfect.

Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.