god-shaped hole

sometimes i feel like i've got enough misanthropy to level a city... and you know why. (and you ought to be ashamed of yourself -- yeah, you.)

inside, everything's rotted away. and i don't think it's ever regenerating.

problems will be solved or resolved -- cleanly or messily -- with positive, negative or imaginary number results. but nothing will ever be fixed.

[why did i agree to direct a show when all i want to do is get wasted every night?]

jesus, get me a gun. get me a gun and i'll show you what i can do with it...