A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
Always take a favor over money. I think Jesus said that as well.
I felt like we had a secret, just the two of us. Like that thing where you just wanna be with one person all the time. You feel like the two of you get something no one else gets.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
Did you ever have to find a way to survive and you knew your choices were bad, but you had to survive?