“I’m not asking that you take the bullet for me. I wish you’d shoot first.”

This little black dress doesn’t hide imperfections. It shows off my soul.

Old habits die hard, so fill up my cup and let’s raise hell in heaven.

All smoke and mirrors, nothing concrete or real -Social Media

Consumed by darkness but drenched in warm morning sun. Life’s oxymoron.

Like water lies spill from my lips. Droplets of poison ready to kill.

Your body ebbs, flows, ripples, and glows like water. Don’t fear changing tides.

Vanilla ice cream melts down my wrist as my lips melt all over yours.

Shadows follow me the way a vulture stalks death. One small step ahead.

Twenty-six letters, infinite stories to tell, nothing comes to mind.

Double chin, Fat Thighs. Will you think about these things before your last breath?

Talk dirty to me like I’m a nun on her knees screaming hail Mary.

I wish the voices would pour from every orifice. Bleed from my bones and drain me of this illness.

Life gave me lemons, tequila, salt, and a knife. Death, you call the shots.

She was a siren, mythical and mystical but somehow still real.

I grab my skin, soft like play dough, and wish my nails could cut like scissors.

Every freckle, mole, dimple, and scar, shine bright in my body’s constellation of stars.

I have a very strict gun control policy: if there’s a gun around, I want to be in control of it.

The best weapons against the infamies of life are courage, wilfulness and patience. Courage strenthens, wilfulness is fun and patience provides tranquility.

You see, in this world, there’s two kinds of people, my friend – those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.

I believe that my creative mind is my greatest weapon.

God bless us everyone, we’re broken people living under a loaded gun.

Nothing wrong with shooting, as long as the right people get shot.

I know what you’re thinking ‘Did he fire six shots or only five?

A smile can get you far, but a smile with a gun can get you further.