my father is now officially divorced. i hope he doesn't drink himself to a lonely death.

when am i going to get the chance to eat human?

i'm going to stop complimenting people who know they are pretty but feign ignorance of it. it's disgusting, fishing for compliments that way. i am not your servant, pillow or mirror. fuck off.

terrorism will always exist because it works.

drugs will always exist because they work.

i want good penmanship and a car that doesn't break down.

a cup of coffee and a cigarette on a frosty morning is a benediction. i am poisoning myself and celebrating existence. of course i notice the contradiction, ass.

religion, though interesting, is half distraction and half crutch. in spite of the sociological and historical significance, it is still artifice. and not the clever kind. self deception is so sad.

anyone who plays a musical instrument well has worth. Rostropovich may be a womanizing dick, but all is forgiven as he draws the bow. That said, poor musicians are a blight.

hemingway liked to write standing up. he also liked to take the measure of other writers by beating the crap out of them. i like florid language, but i appreciate his directness.

i need out of this place.