When You Bump Into Your Own Mom

The Bad-boy Label Is Just An Assumption.

We All Need Something To Help Us Unwind At The End Of The Day. You Might Have A Glass Of Wine, Or A Joint, Or A Big Delicious Blob Of Heroin To Silence Your Silly Brainbox Of Its Witterings But There Has To Be Some Form Of Punctuation, Or Life Just Seems Utterly Relentless.

I'm Not Better Than You; I'm Just Different Than You In A Way That's Better.

Life’s Never A Postcard Of Life, Is It? It Never Feels Like How You’d Want It To Look.

It Doesn't Take An Incredible Manner Of Analysis To Reveal That Our Primary Desires Are Incessantly Stimulated To Keep Us Basic Consumers.