the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma

you had to kill him. the boy cries you a sweater of tears and you kill him

goodbye everyone I'll remember you all in therapy

this is great just the 3 of us: you me and this brick wall you built between us

"don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?" "not until 4."

can I be excused for the rest of my life?

hello you've reached the house of unrecognized talent.

this city should be destroyed. or at least painted a different color.