“This Skarmouth is raw and hungry, striving and unknowable. Everything the races make me feel on the inside is bleeding up through the seams of the street tonight.”
“My mind took up a chant. Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me. Make me hurt, cry, bleed. Make my outside match my inside. Help me get it out, because I can't cry on my own”
“Striving to gain mastery is like making a valiant attempt to live on the streets.”
“The human race puzzles me, with striving for freedom, and then basically just giving it away.”
“Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.”
“I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed out my words. I want to get all fucked up and write raw and ugly about all these things I see and am and could be.”