Good doggies are good doggies.

I am Jack's cold sweat.

You tell me it's a cruel world and we're all running around in circles. I know that. I've been on this earth just as many days as you.

And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.

Are you still there? Are you still you?

If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.

I am Jack's cold sweat.

I felt like putting a buIIet between the eyes of every panda that wouldn’t screw to save its species, I wanted to open valves on oil tankers and smother all those French beaches I’d never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?

It can't have been a year already... It can't have been 5 years already... It can't have been 10 years already...

While a house may hunger, it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty. Hungry.

I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."

he told me I was in hell

he told me I was in hell

Happiness has to be fought for.

It may grow angry. Its basement may fill with churning acid like an empty stomach. And its gorge may rise as it asks itself, through clenched teeth, "what did I do wrong?"

The man does not know the bullet has entered his brain. He never will. Death comes faster than the realization.

Lost in the fog of your own mind... certain people could respect that.

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

I am Jack's simmering resentment.

i think that number... i think it's actually pretty small.

When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything.

While a house may hunger, it cannot starve. And so in fever and anger and loneliness, it may simply lie in wait. Doors open. Shades drawn. Hallways empty. Hungry.

I am Jack's broken heart.

To catch her, you had to lie, but it may not be a lie forever.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Of course I recognize you. Those eyes. That nose. That’s still you.

A picture of a life, in a picture of life, in a picture of a life. How deep must repetition still our movements until the very air we breathe is stale?

Dear James, It's time for me to go. I'm sorry I never told you, but it's going to be okay. We'll see each other soon. From Noah

There's no good outcome from a house fire.

I don't want to keep growing older without you.

i turned around and saw an angel

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

Heart, lungs, liver, nerves

If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Maybe I just think if I isolate long enough I'll just turn to stone. Haha.

I am Jack's broken heart.

I am Jack's wasted life.

The reflection wasn’t clear at all, but as you began to describe her grisly deformities, she began to "see" them.

I hope that we can be together again one day

I am Jack's wasted life.

When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything.

So self aware, I intend to die this way There is nothing that anyone can change

Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

Here's to forgetting. To never remembering those problems. And all the baggage they left in your fucking guest room.

And as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

Its breath burns my face off