people in the past were so stupid. "your gunk is the wrong color." "the devil is making me horny." how about you stop drinking shit water all day and develop a theory of the mind

‘Al Capone in his syphilitic era’ is a great name for a punk band

cannot express how important “just play around and try a draft” is to the writing process

Sometimes, I like to pretend it's 1929, so I spread butter on a slice of bread and sprinkle cinnamon and sugar on it as a treat.

The dog farted and it woke both of us up. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

Yes, I'm a little ray of fucking sunshine these days