i have grown older and
you have grown colder and
nothing is very much fun anymore

i feel rather bad about this, but death and sex are the two most frequent occupants of my thoughts. in that order. i don't know if i need help or what. im glad im not a philosopher.

i'm dumbfounded. you all are amazing.

'ohhhh noooo'

'nick- the game froze.'

- dad

'yea that always sucks when u wake up and its over'

- igor

i told james i didn't want to go to hell. i'm too detached.

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learn how to plant a tree inside your head. and clear it up.

is that all there is? is that all there is?
if that's all there is, my friends, lets keep dancing
let's break out the booze and have a ball
if THAT'S ALL THERE IS

i want to be a deity. i want to be bono. i want to talk you out of your socks while your shoes are still on, tightly fastened and velcroed shut.

you can't get any more recent than this, baby.

i can't get anything in my head right tonight
doesn't it seem like this is the end of a union?
and doesn't it seem so fair and yet uneven?
couldn't it be better if we were bunnies?