I forget most everything I read.
What is lost is lost.
It’s not like there’s never nothing to do.
This didn’t come first, second, third, or last.
I like lines that curve.
The world is full of all this stuff that comes at me.
I’m not aware of that, but it could be true.
Enhanced or debased? Maybe both.
Things that happen at 3 a.m. are either really good or really bad.
Burnishing badges that we should just throw away.