There's an ad for every vice. That's advice.
Dreams don't come true, they are true.
I chase my dreams through nightmares.
The brain is unreliable. It relies on lies.
Fifty percent of life is ninety percent indecisive. The rest is confusing.
Where have you been all of your life?
Ninety percent if life is fifty percent indecisive. The rest is confusing.
On the plus side, life doesn't add up.
To Americans, either/or means both.
It's not how I take tragic news but how I make tragic views that unscrews me.
Psych ward clocks, depressed, nudge like anxious calendars.
If you see me standing on my head, I'm trying to cheer you up with my frown. I need my honesty, you my pleasantry.
Babies are never suicidal. Hard lives, not hard boiled eggs do that.
If you want to commit suicide why tell anyone? They'd ruin everything.
I dreamed of being special then awoke to be unique.
The shot glass is half drunk.
I couldn't stop so I quit.
I recovered from recovering so no longer celebrate not doing bad things to defend myself as good. I added new bad for good measure.
I learned to smile, avoiding happiness advice.
I was accused of always acting superior. Always means being, not acting.
That's art. Nothing is for everybody.