Pretty much nobody is getting their emotional needs met.
Precious souls as young as three or four, raised on the misplaced multicultural priorities of Sesame Street, he claims, are doomed before they even enter the godless morass of the public school system...
Power, money, food, sex, love. Can we ever get enough, or will getting some make us crave even more?
Potassium cyanide, says the talent wrangler as she leans over to pick up a paper napkin off the floor. Found naturally in the cassava or manioc roots native to Africa, used to tint architectural bluep...
Please don't feel hurt, Satan, but my parents raised me to believe you didn't exist. My mom and dad said you and God were invented in the superstitious, backward pea brains of hillbilly preachers and...
People fall so in love with their pain, they can't leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves. Some stories,
Overrun with Goths wearing sandals and soaking lentils at home, the future I wanted is gone. The future I was promised. Everything I expected. The way everything was supposed to turn out. Happiness an...
Only when we eat up this planet will God give us another. We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.
One day the wickedness of the kings of the world would destroy us, oh sorrow, and armies of the world would march upon us, wailing, and the purest of the children of God would have to deliver themselv...
Ok. You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship.
Nuestro deber es enseñar a esos hombres y mujeres la libertad a través de la esclavitud; y el coraje a través del miedo.
Nothing is static. Everything is evolving. Everything is falling apart.
No matter luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you chooe, you'll nevver be totally happy.
New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.
Never, ever say the dildo accidentally turned itself on.
My hands are numb. I can’t feel my face. My tongue belongs to somebody else.
Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.
More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.
Making all effort resist absorption into American cult of the individual, traditional method entrenched oligarchy so maintain own power: Fracture citizen isolated into different religion, different ra...
Look at your fingers, how the first joint is longer than the second is longer than the end joint. The ratio is Phi, after the sculptor Phidias. The architecture of you.