I don’t hate everything, just people.

Back in the day everything was worse.

Suddenly I was standing in the kitchen with a knife in my hand, it felt like home.

Everything hapens for a reason, I’m just not intrested in the reason.

I just had a perfect thought.

Words, are they cabable to kill?

Does an infinite amount of green energy make you happy?

Who needs therapy when there is beer and weed?

You asked why…I just smiled.

If I ever tell you shit…don’t eat it.

Maybe I should have done something.

I ain’t talking but the booze is listening.

Fake tears are fucking pathetic.

There is beauty in boredom.

Over a period of time its very unusual to not experience something unusual.

I say drugs to no.

Now is the time to continue what you where doing.

Gloom is the new black.

Wrong or right is noting more then a perspective.

We need to learn…but…uhm…what?