A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
- He hissed at you. What did he say?
- He said, "I can smell your cunt."
- I see. I myself cannot.
Have the lambs stopped screaming?
I believe in taking care of myself and a balanced diet and rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy I'll put on an ice pack while doing stomach crunches. I can do 1000 now.
Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!