Every family is a regular little cult.
So if reality is all a spell, and you don’t really want what you think you want… If you have no free will. You don’t really know what you know. You don’t really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?
What you don’t learn in art theory is how too big a compliment can hurt more than a slap to the face.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.
Me, personally, I tell dude 137 how I’m adding an embossed slogan to my dildos. Cast in high-relief going around the base, it’s going to say, “The Dick That Killed Cassie Wright…” On the thickest part, so if you twist it the letters of the writing stimulate the clit.
Every masterpiece is just dirt and ash put together in some perfect way.
You tell yourself, this is the last sofa I will ever need in my life. Buy the sofa, then for a couple years you’re satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you’ve got your sofa issue handled.
I haven’t had a TV in 10 years, and I really don’t miss it. ‘Cause it’s always so much more fun to be with people than it ever was to be with a television.
Love is bullshit. Emotion is bullshit. I am a rock. A jerk. I’m an uncaring asshole and proud of it.
Everything you ever love will reject you or die