Let your head climb back down through your throat and into your body so it can see just how good you look when you’re not compared to anything.

Listen, I’m not entirely comfortable being human.

I keep forgetting to put focus on my to-do list.

The future gets no say in who we are.

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?

You’re a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.

Everybody knows that smiling is for little girls, the gays and certain kinds of fish who are smiling by accident.

The best songs are the ones about Georgia, even though I’ve never been there. It’s the only place I still believe in Jesus.

I’m ready to kill something. I’ll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.