Art Never Comes From Happiness.

Picture The Moment When Your Mom And Dad First Saw You As Something Other Than A Pretty, Tiny Version Of Them. You As Them, But Improved. Better Educated. Innocent. Then Picture When You Stopped Being Their Dream.

Recycling And Speed Limits Are Bullshit. They're Like Someone Who Quits Smoking On His Deathbed.

All God Does Is Watch Us And Kill Us When We Get Boring. We Must Never, Ever Be Boring.

Somehow People Have Been Sold On The Idea That Only Professionals Can Entertain Them, That Only Professionals Can Sing Or Tell Jokes. And People Are Cut Out Of This Creativity Loop, And Creativity Is Being Limited To These Large, Centralized Voices.

Don’t Ask Me When Be­cause I Don’t Re­mem­ber, But Some­where Along The Way I Keep For­get­ting To Com­mit Sui­cide.