I write because I'm afraid to say some things out loud.
Better shun the bait, than struggle in the snare.
The faceless, eyeless armed man above me kept his gun very level.
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.
A few seconds later, I tripped over a steel staircase, bashing my shins.
I like weights. You know where you stand with them. Well, sometimes you're lying under them, trying not to let them crush you, but you see, you KNOW they'd crush you if they could. There's honesty.