Signifiers are
arbitrary, got it. But
roses don't smell sweet.

Please note: without words,
there would still be moving and
beautiful music.

Treating depressives
as diseased discounts the fact
that they're mostly right.

In my dreams for this
prison, all of the inmates
escape gracefully.

Knock knock. Who's there? Owls.
Owls who? That's right! And little
piggies go oink oink!

Love, be careful with
that knife. The armor I wear
is only cardboard.

"… and the boys say they're
concerned that they are concerned
with these accidents."

Who's a good boy? Who's
a good boy? Who's a good boy?
Puppy Cerberus.

Is that "sorry" in
the apologetic or
commiserative?

Physical features
are only judged to be flaws:
Why not just be nice?

Bassist: "You beat those
drums like they owe you money."
Drummer: "Well, they do."

Hey, you, asshole, it's
Minnesota: be nice or
go fuck the fuck off.

You can catch more flies.
You can choose your enemies.
You can't judge a book.

loose nudist hemmed in
and collared on the outskirts
of the garment district

From our vacation
in Living Hell: photos with
Death in the background.

Blocked, I am watching
my reflection watching my
reflection and blocked.

In the reunion
nightmare, we receive masks of
all our past faces.

So then there is small
talk. We have to start somewhere,
and so we start small.

The absence of a
unique solution doesn't
mean you aren't wrong.

Faint praise for gender
norms: masculine women can
pass more plausibly.