and i eat men like air.

Grappling with the idea of temporal permanence, all the while the world is waiting to be saved on the next line.

Our young protagonist is a surprisingly genuine social justice advocate whose dedication to anthropology and sociology converts her naive excitement into bitter, aged acceptance day by day.

She enjoys finding a half smoked camel at the bottom of a pack, movies where the good guy gets ahead, stealing your pleather bomber jacket, and insomnia.

(i got 99 problems and they all bitches)

i cried when this man died because i knew then no one would left on earth would cure me of my existentialism.

Liberal Crap I Don’t Want to Hear Again

by Kurt Vonnegut

Give us this day our daily bread. Oh sure.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Nobody better trespass against me. I’ll tell you that.

Blessed are the meek.

Blessed are the merciful. You mean we can’t use torture?

Blessed are the peacemakers. Jane Fonda?

Love your enemies – Arabs?

Ye cannot serve God and Mammon. The hell I can’t! Look at the Reverand Pat Robertson. And He is as happy as a pig in shit.