"What actually happens when you die is that your brain stops working and your body rots, like Rabbit did when he died and we buried him in the earth at the bottom of the garden. And all his molecules were broken down into other molecules and they went into the earth and were eaten by worms and went into the plants and if we go and dig in the same place in 10 years there will be nothing except his skeleton left. And in 1,000 years even his skeleton will be gone. But that is all right because he is a part of the flowers and the apple tree and the hawthorn bush now."
“I want my name to mean me.”
“I do not like strangers because I do not like people I have never met before. They are hard to understand.”
“A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”
“People have forgotten this truth," the fox said. "But you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose.”
“We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.”
“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
“I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?”
“I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between the inside and outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.”
“Humans are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are. And the more you wage war.”
“I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?”
“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”
“I think all of us feel empty most of the time and we merely pretend to fill the vacuum with laughter, crying, apologies - anything to make us feel human.”
“I guess that’s what makes people do horrible things – they think whatever they’re doing isn’t nearly as bad as what somebody else will do”
“HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.”
“Surrounded by madness, surrounded by hunger, surrounded by everything but death, I knew death was our only way out.”
“We won’t ruin Mars,” said the captain. “It’s too big and too good.” “You think not? We Earth Men have a talent for ruining big, beautiful things. The only reason we didn’t set up hot-dog stands in the midst of the Egyptian temple of Karnak is because it was out of the way and served no large commercial purpose.”
“Can't you recognize the human in the inhuman?”
rose believes in the restorative properties of the ocean
in the importance of sharing meals
and never drinking coffee on the go
she believes in the standard model of love
in which the two lovers are bonded
into something greater than themselves
she believes in the oversoul
that all living things in the universe
are part of a single consciousness
she believes in freshly washed linens
and flowers on the table
and buying used books full of marginalia
she believes in soul
and then when you finally get one of these coveted pieces of tail that've been built up as the grand trophy in your nothing life
you try desperately to keep it.
not to protect it, but to hoard it.
to keep it away from the other wolves and jackals circling your territory.
and you realize all too soon
that you're not good enough!
that maybe there was a jerkoff called darwin after all.
and that you never acknowledged his existence because you knew deep inside that you were really what you feared you were
weak, and passive, and ultimately broken by the ones who were made the fittest.
and then through your weaknesses you built up a poison
that poisoned others around you...
that you love...
and the only true justice, was to let those dominant jackals feed on you, survive off you.
'numb', some call it.
now, me and jesus, we like to feel the pain.
working like i'm supposed to be busy
laughing although he's not really funny, is he?
honey dripping everywhere
how quickly maggots turn into flies
standing in the mirror, thought beretta would be tough...
no one really loves me
i say that like there is something to love about me.
that's the irony!
but if there was something to know about me
i'd want you to be the first to see
whip me, slap me, punk funk
new york clubbers, bump drunk
bud lite, liquors, bar slam
move it, this is your jam
wash the night with st. jame-son
like a baptism
heavy metal lovers play
baby we were born this way
through the glory of life
i will scatter on the floor
disappointed and sore
and in my thoughts i have bled
for the riddles i've been fed
another lie moves over
wild, white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness i feel
will send the dark underneath
will i follow?
im confounded by music
and babies and laughter
and stories and goodness
infinity and luck
i'm confused by the notion
that somebody loves me
and drugs make me crazy
and a clairvoyant told me once i've got an old soul
oh lord i wish i could sing like that
but i don’t practice enough
steal my blood and steal my heart
whatever it takes to get you off
i'm your bitch, you're my bitch
in my bones and in my soul
always be in your control
i'm your bitch, you're my bitch
give me that stuff that feels so pure
stamp me with your signature
i'm your bitch, you're my bitch
i have seen God outside my kitchen window
telling me that which no one could conceive
God can be found in whatever allows you
to customize what you perceive
sucking pacifier, ugly hairstyle
i am special, i have friends
violence kills you, violence kills me
violence got me, overkill
cyberbullying, injecting drug
my name is kill, wrist cutting tool
go to school, mom, I have friends
strawberry popping candy
i'm gonna fucking kill you asshole, overkill
really upset me, sorry everyone
it makes me motherfuckin' wanna kill ya, huh
love ya, kiss me, fuck you, dickface
kill everybody before jumping under train
when you come home, i'll stop this
when you come home, i'll hide it good
i'll never cry again
when you come home, i'll stop this
when you come home, i'll stop this
don't say yes if you can't say no
victim of the system, say it isn't so
squatted on the doorstep, swallowed all the blow
leaving without you, can't say no
halfway starts with happiness for me
halfway house, lost kitten in the street
hit me where it hurts, i'm coming home to lose
kitten on the catwalk, high-heeled shoes
'cause you're the only one who sings the only songs i like
and i'm tearing up my throat to make sure you can hear my voice
and my friend says i'm pathetic, but i've never regretted
i know i'm hopeless, but i hope you feel the same about me
and i know my parents would like you
you're the only person i’d cry to
i'm telling myself to do the things i don't wanna do
qnd the therapy i go to is just diagnosing me
i'm not getting any help and that's my fault, my fault
i keep getting mad at myself but i feel it in my heart
i just wanna scream, every time i cut, i fall apart
turn off the lights, i don't wanna see myself
drag this razor 'cross my skin and hope it fucking helps
i wish it would all just go away
i keep getting scared when i feel the pain
spilled too much blood but i'll be okay
suicidal wrist, let me feel okay
i'll bleed until you love me
i just feel disgusting
i know you don't want me
oh, i feel so empty
chrome hearts so the blood shines on my sleeve
we're addicted to the pain 'cause it just won't leave
new knowledge, and burn out friends
been a puppet, been a jester, had enough of that
i listen to what i might expect
a list of possible side effects
too clouded in hypotheticals
to balance atop a pedestal
too voluble for the quiet set
it's possible it's a side effect
and i imagined i was bleeding out
that always happens when i'm sleeping now
here's to a life unaware
here's to my lawyer and doctor
here's to the price of my hair
here's to my weight underwater
here's toa life unaware
here's to my face and my dollars
here's to my nice underwear
here's to my weight underwater
white pale like a Lily
you're a killer and i'm silly
we say goodbye, i guess
i will see you around
and i will clean up my mess
and i'll never weigh you down
do lawyers have lawyers?
do landlords have landlords?
we're wondering
one more cheap suit in the loop
more chlorine in the pool
calling from the next hotel
can you put me on the list?
who we are now, we will always be
the best haircuts are taken
"you're not a Nazi, jojo. you're a ten-year-old kid who likes dressing up in a funny uniform and wants to be part of a club."
elsa
"you're growing up too fast. ten-year-olds shouldn't be celebrating war and talking politics. you should be climbing trees and then falling out of those trees."
rosie
"Fuck off, hitler!"
jojo
"What did they do?" "What they could."
jojo and rosie
it's all she ever wanted
to feel like she's wanted
and its all she's ever needed
to feel like she's needed
it's all she ever wanted
to feel like she's wanted
and its all she's ever needed
to feel like she's needed
i like lying to myself that i like everyone i meet
it's a funny little cycle
do it while i fall asleep
if i do it every day and if i do it every week
then i just might become a better man you wanted out of me
i got cellophane wrapped around the lining of my throat
if you ever hear me breathing
then that breathing is a joke
please be nice to me and i will do exactly what i'm told
simple, i get to be dumb, you get to exercise control
combat baby, come back baby
fight off the lethargy
don't go quietly
combat baby
said you would never give up easy
combat baby, come back
i want to be wrong, but
no one here wants to fight me, like you do
how I miss your ranting
do you miss my all time lows?
northwest zombie girl
puts the pills under her tongue
northwest zombie girl
i heard they got you all fixed up
and after a month, the girl drove to her spot
near the edge of the lake at the spray-painted rock
and she cried 'bout the littlest things you could think of
after seven long years, she saw streaks in her makeup
and i try not to fill up on bread
i feed my village as best as i can
and i severed my body and head
no one can fix it and i don't understand
i've got the money in hand
i fought the war
i fought the war
i fought the war
but the war won't stop for the love of God
why you looking at me now?
why you looking at me again?
what if i pulled my teeth?
cut my hair underneath my chin
wrap my curls all around the world
throw my pearls all across the floor
feeling my beat like a sniper girl
you keep me under your spell
it's like i waited too long
but all the scars you can see
they're permanent and i'm not
i want an innocent love
the rest of time
but all the scars you can see when i take my clothes off
they're permanent and i'm not.
do you pray with your eyes closed naturally?
follow me to nowhere
woven with the utmost care
have they cleansed you with chloride?
and scrubbed behind the knees?
has your body been hollowed by the breeze?
let me go, just this once
(you leave me lonely)
it's not the first time that it's happened
(never stick around to hold me)
but it ends when i say so
(stay a minute more, then slowly)
and i'm aching like it's, aching like it's (
walk out the door, walk out, walk out the door, then)
genocide all around us
i don't think you're honest
did you do that to yourself?
there's things we don't talk about