I Don't Want To Die Without Any

Real Writers Write Because They Love To Write. They Don't Write For Public Acclaim.

Nothing Is Static. Even The Mona Lisa Is Falling Apart. Since Fight Club, I Can Wiggle Half The Teeth In My Jaw. Maybe Self-improvement Isn't The Answer. Maybe Self-destruction Is The Answer.

I'm Living The Life I Love, I Tell Myself, And Loving The Life I Live. I Tell Myself: I Deserved This. This Is Exactly What I Wanted.

First Your Parents, They Give You Your Life, But Then They Try To Give You Their Life.

I Want To Find Something Else, Unknowable, Some Place That's Not On The Map. A Real Adventure.