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Bombing brown people is to the US what a pack of cigarettes is to a reluctant smoker: just one one more and I'm done...
Yikes... I thought everyone's navel smelled like dead body.
This new short story is killing me... I'm not blocked or struggling. It's just strenuous.
I spell "karaoke" exactly as it sounds: H.A.M.M.E.R.E.D.D.O.G.S.H.I.T.
Faith, Hope and Destiny are not things... they're strippers. Rely on yerself. Get shit done.
I'm doing cocaine in the bathroom of yer heart.
Took some shrooms..., ate some fried bananas..., Shakira is my spirit animal.
The United States of Stockholm Syndrome
Gonna smoke some resin and slap a cop in the chops... (I'm hungry)
I've made failure my profession. This is art...
You know it's a bad neighborhood when the hookers are wearing scrubs
If you like movies about fat black girls getting raped, that Precious is a pretty good film.
I'll sleep when yer dead.
Natalie Portman already owes me three pairs of underwear today.
Words, music, art, sex, psychotropics, anarchism, truth, struggle... bicycles