Words

There's a lot of those little fuckers (words) in my brain that are trying to get out. But I think I'll wait a little longer so they can wither away in the wrinkled folds of my brain.

Turn off the censors

I write short so I can sneak past the censor in my brain. Just let it go, fuck it up, who cares. You don't.

Unfocused

I always thought it was possible to be good at everything, and that's what I dreamed of. What a miserable nightmare that dream turned out to be.

Selfishness

I have an enormous capacity for selfishness, and almost no capacity for enjoying being selfish.