When thinking about yesterday, contrasted with today, I can’t help but observe that today by definition means I’m one day closer to death. I just hope that one day isn’t tomorrow.

“The fog scattered the light and spread it thick like mayonnaise. It was late an…”

“I want to make slow, passionate rush hour to a pack of masturbation.”

“This is my logo for Two-Faced”

“Your deodorant smells like my armpit. And yet I get no royalty from the manufac…”