me: what a lovely day! even the flowers are singing!
flowers (singing): the sins of our forefathers bind us to the dirt
drugs? no thanks, the only “high” i need is the natural rush you get from committing a murder.
do not pity the dead, harry, pity the living, and above all, those who think feminism means hating men.
me when buying something over $10: do i need this? do i need any material objects? will this matter when i face the great abyss?