He's showed him the left leg, then the right. Where's the ball, the defender asks? It's up his sleeve.
Or maybe it's time to broaden out some of the African civil wars?
I've never had sex. Never wanted to. Not with a man or a woman or an animal, though my family jokes about it. And I never will. The thought of it disgusts me.
There's no direction I can go in. If I met someone else, what meaning would there be left? If the pain goes, does that mean I never loved her? How can I get over it? I can't, I mustn't. But what else am I going to do?
I really loved my dogs. Everyone laughs at me for it, but it's true. The time I spent with them, running, hunting, those were the happiest times of my life. They understood me. They were animals but they understood me far better than anyone in my family ever will. We shared something, we were the same. And they made me kill them.
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.
A civilization in which there is not a continuous controversy about important issues is on the way to totalitarianism and death
Right after 'Backspacer,' my best friend got killed tragically. Something happened to me then where I got super motivated. I had a shelf of all this unfinished music. . . So I just went to work and made a conscious decision that I was going to finish a bunch of stuff. Life's short.