I'm addicted to the way i feel when i think of you
We have front row seats for this theatre of mass destruction.
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fun. - At Least I’m Not As Sad (As I Used To Be)

I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?”
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can’t I see that we’re all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, “No, that’s not right.”
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.

— Chuck Palahniuk
I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
— Sylvia Plath

Burn the Louvre, and wipe your ass with the Mona Lisa. This way at least, God would know our names.

Once upon a time, I used to romanticize, used to be somebody. Never mind, I don’t miss it that much now.

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