my attraction to those things that are vacant, abandoned, or desolate cannot be explained.
I don’t wanna go where the cool people are. I wanna go where the real people are. Or nothingness. Gutter drunk and shoeless.
Spending too much time pondering my other lives in parallel universes, but that doesn’t pay the mortgage. Damn you, real universe!
Your Spanish channel has subtitles? Mine only has midgets and strippers and guys in cowboy hats trying to sell me cars.
When considering humanity, it’s important to consider the entire stinking mass as a whole, from the dumbfucks to the geniuses. And then grade ’em on a curve.