Every Book In The World Is Out

The Pain, Or The Memory Of Pain, That Here Was Literally Sucked Away By Something Nameless Until Only A Void Was Left. The Knowledge That This Question Was Possible: Pain That Turns Finally Into Emptiness. The Knowledge That The Same Equation Applied To Everything, More Or Less.

I Decided To Tell The Truth Even If It Meant Being Pointed At.

Every Hundred Feet The World Changes

There's No Place On Earth With More Dumb Girls Per Square Foot Than A College In California.

Bright Colours In The West, Giant Butterflies Dancing As Night Crept Like A Cripple Toward The East.