I don't love you for your professed hate.

And help me understand, the best I can.

You fucked the world up now, we'll fuck it all back down.

If I may, and if I might.

Look at all these buildings and houses.

This one thinks I'm a slaughterhouse.

I know that you don't care but I want you to know.

There's something about you.

How can I even try to go on?

Say you love me, too.

We'd like to thank you for choosing our crew.

I'm running away! This is brilliant!

Please don't stay in touch.

Are you alone, boy?

All of those lies, compounding through time

But you always end up on the floor, wasted.

What makes you think you're something special when you smile?

Shit, if this is going to be that kinda party, I'm gonna stick my dick in the mashed potatoes.

I don't need to sell my soul.

You thrill me again.

A big old ominous cloud in my periphery.

It looks just like my home.

Skin covered in ego.

Tomorrow will be too late.

Life's about as wonderful as growing old

Today is the 10th anniversary of the Tearoom of Despair. I can't stop now.

Our days are numbered.

My brain never pushed the brakes.

Y'all don't even smile in your pictures.

Don't panic.

Nobody's ashamed.

For the very first time.