Love me, I'll be anyobdy you want me to be. Use me. Change me. I can be thin with big breasts and big hair. Take me apart. Make me into anything, but just love me. |
Marla tells me how in the wild you don't see old animals because as soon as they age, animals die. If they get sick or slow down, something stronger kills them. Animals aren't meant to get old. Marla lies down on her bed and undoes the tie on her bathrobe, and says our culture has made death something wrong. Old animals should be an unnatural exception. Freaks. |
masochism is a valuable job skill |
Matthew, Chapter Twenty-four, Verse Thirteen “But he that shall endure to the end, the same shall be saved.” |
Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. It's nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies. It's no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian Angel of Death, convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems natural. You and me against the world... |
Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. |
More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself. |
My father always said, "Get married before the sex gets boring or you'll never get married." |
No matter how much I do, they still want more, better, faster, different, newer, bigger. |
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have your own way. |
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close |
Nothing is static. Even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Since fight club, I can wiggle half the teeth in my jaw. Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer. Tyler never knew his father. Maybe self-destruction was the answer. |
Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list. |
On a large enough time line, the survival rate for everyone will drop to zero. |
On a night without the moon or stars you can’t see a thing, but you can imagine anything. |