I command you not to kill yourself; “Don’t.” Because I say so so not today. Not tomorrow. And not ever.
When people in my past treated me as though they had OPTIONS. Hold her, hold her.
People pointing fingers at anything which moves that isn’t them. And passing the buck, wankers.
Death is inevitable, we’re all going to die one day. Now whether you want to die with respect, for yourself, or as just another scum of the earth that is totally up to you. Remember, death is inevitable and we are all going to die.
People come in and go like there’s no tomorrow. People make it or break it just for a blow. All show. People come in and go as a list in a death row; shut your mouth, comply, and keep your head low.
Life is like a video game, you get to choose which difficulty level you wanna spawn in. I choose hardcore so when I die I’m out, bitches.
One of the easiest things you can do in life is to let others or yourself change who you are.
Some people are given a second chance in life and instead of; take the lesson from it, get corrected, and move the fuck on—instead, they change who they are and let themselves die out.
They say in life we need to take risks; Everyday I pour water next to my computer—what do you want from me.
When all the truth comes out, will it mean that the world is going to die. Because a man’s last words are almost always honest.
Throughout life I got hit by many people in the hope to witness me deep buried in the ground; “but behold,” life said. And life loved me so hard that with all its warmth before my eyes the world vanished—and so close to home vanished was I—knocked out cold on the ground. I stood up and fine was I embraced by life. I stepped out and fine I was I walked with my life back home.
Even though it does not look like it; in my mind, I’ve already murdered you with bare hands.
“Let me climb up a stupid mountain that will prove to make me feel douche worthy enough in compensation for a dissapointing, failed, and miserable life; in any case, I won’t die in vain—dead.”
When someone reminds you if you haven’t written your will lately.
“Even though I had no life, I lived a pretty long one,” great, so basically you’ve wasted everybody’s time including yours.
In the Mediterranean world, if we were all brave enough and decide to come out the closet; we will have the remains left of a population near to extinction.
Of all the stories that people didn’t believe you about; it’s okay. These were meant to be the best stories to remember, for yourself, upon taking them with you to your grave.
“I have no regrets,” no one gets away with it—admit—you pussies.
Blessed with the best inclination and yet you chose to dismiss the godly perfection; “Well that’s too bad.”
Stranger; “What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you think about prisons.”
Me; “Recovery institutions.”
“Being helped, sponsored, and/or supported in the art world is a childish and an immature concept that needs to end,” basically you want us dead. Say goodbye to your reputation.
Stranger; “Is this real leather.”
Me; “You like it. It’s made of genuine human skin.”
Tomorrow is never a guarantee, so I like to keep my dishes clean and my mind ready.
One time a woman fell on the ground and as I reached down she thought she saw the devil. Next time an old woman fainted on the ground and as she reached up she thought she saw an angel.
Never feel bad about a gruesome death; most, if not all had a story to tell.