We All Die. The Goal Isn't To

Demon Or Angel Or Evil Spirit, I Just Need Something To Show Itself. Ghoulie Or Ghosty Or Long-legged Beastie, I Just Want My Hand Held.

I Used Rebellion As A Way To Hide Out. We Use Criticism As A Fake Participation.

Ever Since College, I Make Friends. They Get Married. I Lose Friends.

Everything Is A Self-portrait. Everything Is A Diary.

Now This Is The First Rule Of Fight Club: There Is Nothing A Blue Collar Nobody In Oregon With A Public School Education Can Imagine That A Million-billion People Haven't Already Done.