What would you do if you could go back in time?
Probably die of embarrassment.

Whenever I see an advertisement cut to a soundtrack of “What a Wonderful World,” I always feel like I’m being sold a great big steaming pile of shit.

Little soul, you came so far to be here, on the other side of your mother’s skin.

Her family was small and she had no real friends. She supposed that if her parents had thought about it they would have considered her a disappointment. Yet somehow her heart was still bursting with the sadness and joy of living, a sensation so painful that she sought oblivion by any means available.

A feral hyena pack in a feeding frenzy, heads buried up to the neck in carcass of the New America.

Driving back, you remember the hopeful innocent you were just a week ago, still on your way. 

The trail of wreckage he left in his wake conformed precisely to the contours of his inner damage.

You used to drink in order to relax. Now you drink in order to drink.