“ You might be surprised to know that a spot on the surface of the Earth is moving at 1675 km/h or 465 meters/second. That’s 1,040 miles/hour. Just think, for every second, you’re moving almost half a kilometer through space, and you don’t even feel it.
He said “you’re really an ugly girl but I like the way you play” and I died… but I thanked him. Can you believe that? Sick. Sick. Holding on to his picture. dressing up every day. I want to smash the faces of those beautiful boys. Those Christian boys. So, you can make me cum, that doesn’t make you Jesus.
“ Oh we’re a mess, poor humans, poor flesh—hybrids of angels and animals, dolls with diamonds stuffed inside them. We’ve been to the moon and we’re still fighting over Jerusalem. Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper.