If you’re alone in the parade and the confetti is on fire, it’s probably not confetti. Or a parade.
An alcoholic is someone who’ll piss in his soup, then complain to the chef.
Do not become angry when your paper angels fail to fly.
"Sometimes you get so alone that it just makes sense."
— Charles Bukowski
The police say, “If you would just do as I say, I wouldn’t have to hit you.” That’s what wife-beaters say too.
So much where.
So little now.
There is joy among the knives. It’s just in very thin slices.