Communication is impossible
unless you do it telepathically.
I’m done talking.
Fuck the whales.
I’ll put ‘em in water mills,
make hydro-electric whale power.
No, if I eat an entire thing
of unflavored Jell-O,
I can pass any drug test.
I’m positive,
it’s science.
Just for this, I am
going to shoot myself.
Not today, and probably not tomorrow,
but someday.
And when I do,
it’ll be your fault.
I want you to suffer
forever—
because you killed me.
I’ve always prided myself
on being a great conversationalist.
I have it on good authority
you’ve been whoring around.
I’m well read.
There’s even a little library.
I read this book called Pimp.
Well, what was left of it.
Apparently, other inmates like to rip
pages out of books.
Anyway, Shortie was in some deep shit.
Your chin is like my nose.
They call it a “strong profile.”
We’ll have sharp but dashing children.
Rush Limbaugh
is an intelligent man.
You’ll have to drive.
I don’t remember how many I took.
Mrs. Landrum,
you’re a self-righteous shrink
and a bitch.
Power to the people!
You are the scarlet woman.
No wonder magicians love you.
To hell with writing.
You have to be a chemist
so I can sell more acid.
Write about it later if you want.
I am a god.
Quit bitchin.
You’re getting a gun for your birthday.
Speak now if you want it pink.
My great-grandmother
thinks we’re married.
I’d be cool with that.
I am the Aeon!
When I was a child
God spoke to me!
I have a purpose.
I am the messenger,
the angel of the apocalypse!
Your dad should always have
Motley Crue hair.
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