Like an egg-born offspring of collective humanity, in sauntered Marilyn Manson. David Lynch (emphasis mine)
general practitioner →
metempsych: What if they stop me on the street and ask where my ambition is? I couldn’t give them anything.
Excerpt from an email I just sent
I placed one order with your company last year, around Christmas time. Your company now calls me every single day at least once. I have asked not to be called again, but I still get a call every day. Please stop calling me. My phone number is 123-456-7890. It is a mobile phone. Please do not call it any more. I would appreciate it if you stop calling me. Please don’t call. Please. No...
I thought Patrick was pretty cool. He was a smart person with money, my favorite kind. He held a doctorate in biochemistry or something from Oxford, and he worked for drug companies helping develop heart medicines. He was an adept photographer, and I knew him at a time when I was just starting out. He had a ton of books and magazines about photography; I remember going through them and seeing the...
The priest asked, “What miracles can you do?” Bankei replied, “Only one. When I am hungry I eat, and when I am thirsty I drink.”
Stop reblogging my ex, you dicks!
(I’m only kidding. I’m only, like, seventy five per cent kidding.)