You had a good dinner of properly fried food, and if you want to live long enough to have another one, you've got to weaponize properly.
Dear, the man can't be eviscerated because he has no viscera. He's a walking colon. If you cut him open, you only end up covered in crap.
When we don't allow ourselves to hope, we don't allow ourselves to have purpose. Without purpose, without meaning, life is dark. We've no light within, and we're just living to die.
She sat watching the street and its businesses melt away in the thick tides of mist, partially re-form, and melt away again, over and over, as if some celestial power had ordered the end of the world but kept having second thoughts.
Reality isn't what it used to be.
When we love someone, we're held hostage by fate, because if we lose that person, then we, too, are lost.