Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?
Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?
It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.
The murderer the victim the witness each of us thinks our role is the lead.
You're safe because you're so trapped inside your culture. Anything you can conceive of is fine because you can conceive of it.
Don't do what you want. Do what you don't want. Do what you're trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.
Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.
The wild daisies and Indian paintbrush whizzing past are just the genitals of a different life form
Driving east, I'm not sure what we're running from. Evie or the police of Mr. Baxter or the Rhea sisters. Or nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up, getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if by running we won't have to get on with our lives.
Jump way back to one time, Evie and me did this fashion shoot in a junk yard, in a slaughterhouse, in a mortuary. We'd go anywhere to look good by comparison, and what I realize is mostly what I hate about Evie is the fact that she's so vain and stupid and needy. But what I hate most is how she's just like me. What I really hate is me so I hate pretty much everybody.
There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.
Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You canÆt kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. IÆll be anybody you want me to be
Make me into anything, but just love me.
This is all my identification, my birth certificate, my everything. You can be Shannon McFarland from now on. My career. The ninety-degree attention. It's yours. All of it. Everything. I hope it's enough for you. It's everything I have left.
Find good in what the world says is evil.
Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.
We went sailing one time, and he wore a Speedo, and any smart woman should know that means bisexual at least.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.
My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.
We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience.
New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.
What's burning down is a re-creation of a period revival house patterned after a copy of a copy of a copy of a mock Tudor big manor house. It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all?
I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.
On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer and dryer pair.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.
Parents are like God because you wanna know they're out there, and you want them to think well of you, but you really only call when you need something.
When you understand that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.
I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.
People are all over the world telling their one dramatic story and how their life has turned into getting over this one event. Now their lives are more about the past than their future.
Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.
All these thousands of miles later, all these different people I've been, and it's still the same story. Why is it you feel like a dope if you laugh alone, but that's usually how you end up crying? How is it you can keep mutating and still be the same deadly virus?
I would pay snakes to bite her.
She named me Daisy St. Patience and never wanted to know what name I walked in the door with.
You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it's just teeth.
And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that's a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.
I'm not straight, and I'm not gay. I'm not bisexual. I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.
So maybe I'll spend some years in prison, but you'll have a big head start on me in hell!
You can say anything if enough people will listen.
At this rate, we'll never get to the future.
I'm not sure what we're running from. Nobody. Or the future. Fate. Growing up. Getting old. Picking up the pieces. As if running we won't have to get on with our lives.
Tell the world what scares you most. Save the world with some advice from the future.
You have to jump into disaster with both feet.
Be famous. Be a big social experiment in getting what you don't want. Find value in what we've been taught is worthless. Find good in what the world says is evil. I'm giving you my life because I want the whole world to know you. I wish the whole world would embrace what it hates. Find what you're afraid of most and go live there.
In the way our world is, everybody shoulder to shoulder, people knowing everything about you at first glance, a good veil is your tinted limousine window. The unlisted number for your face. Behind a good veil, you could be anyone.
The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don't be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger.
You have to keep recycling yourself.
Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated. Most women know this feeling of being more and more invisible everyday.
It happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
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