I come in peace provided you do not fight back.
Spoiler alert: everyone dies in the end.
Twitter is really putting this “Thousand Monkeys on Typewriters” theory to the test.
You go girl. Yeah, you heard me. Get the fuck out.
Monday, February 20, 2012
“What will they think of next?” “Probably more ways to kill people.”
There’s a parade called “How Berkeley Can You Be?” so I protested it.
The air tested positive for Spring.
The best of times often precedes the worst of times all of which is facilitated by Early Times.
Monday, November 15, 2010
I have nothing in my heart but blood.
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
2How are things? 1Things are good. 2Yes? 1Yes. There are many things and all of them are all good. 2That is great. 1Yes you are right and it is true. How are things for you? 2Very new. There is a thing I did not have before but now I do and it is good. 1Is [...]
They tell us to be happy with what we have. But that means I’d be even happier if I had even more of it.
Letting go of my anger would be like letting go of the rungs on a ladder.
“I feel so alive!” and other famous last words.
When we say someone is out of her mind the problem is actually that she’s spending too much time inside it.
Art isn’t just paintings on a wall, there’s at least one case where it has appeared on a ceiling.
It’s all about the aging journey not the aging destination. Because the destination is being dead. And there’s nothing fun about that.
Some people treat life like’s it a race. The faster they get to the finish line the better.
Friday, February 19, 2010
If you were to thaw her heart there’d be nothing left.
Sometimes it feels like you’re on the outside looking in and then you realize it’s the reverse and you shut the blinds on whoever that is standing by your window.