“ You preach cleanliness,so I try to keep my room clean,but I feel no closer to God, and I guess that’s okaybecause he doesn’t knowwho he’s fucking with anyway. Kris Kidd
“ I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game, and I guess I might agree if the stakes were a little higher, but it’s just so easy to fall into a cyc… Kris Kidd
“ Everywhere I go, I kind of half stumble, half stomp. If there’s a balcony within a hundred feet of me at any given time, I am on it— smoking a Marlboro light 100 and complaining about something. Kris Kidd
“ My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday soon. Kris Kidd
“ In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: “I’m fine. Kris Kidd
“ Under the influence, I am easily influenced. I try to keep my pants on, but some things are easier said than done. Kris Kidd
“ Apathetic in my adolescence,my heart is fluorescent. It flickerslike liquor store lights in the ghetto. Kris Kidd
“ Years from now, I will pass this same park, and I won’t remember any of this.Instead, I will feel something like a spark— a heat like Augustin a suburban town,and a desire to groweven when I know I’ll… Kris Kidd
“ Do you think dogs enjoy fucking? Or is it something so primal, so intrinsically necessary that it just happens, just occurs? Do you think animals can fall in love? I let you fuck me from behind almost… Kris Kidd
“ I’ll be too drunk to fight when you ask why I prefer to hurt, so I’ll start hurling stupid phrases like I love you at your naked chest, but no matter what I try, they’ll all sound like cheap threats. Kris Kidd
“ You give the shirt off your back, no questions asked, and you stand alone at the cavernous mouth of your suburban closet—your entire life spent wonderingwhere your clothes went. Kris Kidd
“ I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice a month but it never seems light enough. I drink two and a half bottles of champagne every ni… Kris Kidd
“ You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster,and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading. Kris Kidd
“ And then he’s somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I’m somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who lik… Kris Kidd
“ I’ve always wanted to be the sort of boy who does the right thing without having to think about it first, the kind of boy who makes his bed every morning and wears his mouth like a vase for words of k… Kris Kidd
“ You grow bored of these shrines, and you abandon thembecause you know for a fact that you will worshipanything you kneel before.Like God.Like cock.Like porcelain. Kris Kidd
