“My heart is broke, but I have some glue, help me inhale and mend it with you.”

I want to do something different, really different, and if it alienates people that’s too bad.

If chasing cool is important to you, you’re an idiot!

I just hope I don’t become so blissful I become boring. I think I’ll always be neurotic enough to do something weird.

Oh well, whatever, nevermind.

Here we are now, entertain us.

Humans are stupid. I’m ashamed to be human.

If you’re really a mean person you’re going to come back as a fly and eat poop.

I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance.

Life is a waste of time and time is a waste of life, so let’s all get wasted and have the time of our lives.

There are a lot of things I wish I would have done, instead of just sitting around and complaining about having a boring life.

I am not gay, although I wish I were, just to piss off homophobes.

I have met many minds able to store and translate a pregnantly large amount of information, yet they haven’t an ounce of talent for wisdom or the appreciation of passion.

I’m worse at what I do best.

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak, I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak, I’ve been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks.

My heart is broke, but I have some glue, help me inhale and mend it with you.

There’s something about heartbreak that makes for great music, but the same could be said for Jägermeister. Hangovers make for great music, too.

Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.

What breaks my heart is suffering of any kind.

I wish I wake up with an empty head and without the dreams that still smell like you.

Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.

If the heart is meant to be broken, then it is also meant to be healed.

I give forgiveness like salt and pepper in a restaurant – Turn my world upside down and it’ll pour out of me, flowing freely, until I’m empty.

Lies feel like nails on a chalk board scraping down the marror of my spine and truth feels like harmonious melodies gifted from the hands of the divine.