When I started writingI was a sick teenagedfuck inside who partlythought I was the newMarquis de Sade, a bodydoomed to communicatewith Satan who was us-ing my sickness as hishome away from home,and there’s your proof.

Love: a hybrid emotion made up of various other emotions collaged by some weak individual’s mind to try to quell a particular horror that’s not been wiped out by more standardized symbols like Christ, etc....

Human bodies are such garbage bags.