How can something so wrong feel so right?

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

At what point do you give up— decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

Cliche is Truth's most loyal friend...

this life has been a landscape of painand still, flowersbloom in it.

Nations endure only as long as their topsoil.

Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel.

One thing the futurists never get right, though, is that the extreme desire for polyester only lasted a brief period in the '70s!

I probably wouldn't even be here now if it weren't for chiropractic

We're like the wicked witch. We promise gingerbread, then eat the little brats alive.

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

My name is Reggie, and I, am happy.

Life is like Avant Garde. It will make you uncomfortable, and leave the room. But always remember to come back and watch the artist bow.