From space this Earth is incandescent with abominations - the gods write their signature in our entrails

Stab me if you can enjoy it - but not if it feels like a duty. Stab me vertically if I’m lying down and horizontally if I’m running

Since childhood I’d been suspected of imagination

Used a replica gun to steal a replica sportscar and experienced a replica of remorse

We have truth in order not to die of art.

Scientists used to do an experiment whereby a dog’s repeated reward for performing a task was unaccountably replaced by punishment. The dog, knowing it would be penalized for doing well or doing badly, would become melancholic and inactive. This and other unforeseeable results were funded by taxing up to sixty percent of people’s earnings. People became strangely melancholic and inactive

Hang up the phone on a vampire, the definition of carefree.

What happens when the hitcher and the driver are equally murderous?