Will you ever be sick enough or angry enough or scared enough to change your life?

All ideas together amount to silence.

Did I use my powers?

I am the last member of every species, the last speaker of every language.

Oh, it’s punt, like with a P? Oops. Embarrassing…

Oh, spiteful text message sent at 3am…look at that…guess I’ve still got it.

Only three unfollows today? What am I doing wrong?

Guess what I do.

The sky opens itself to nothing sparkle yourself to death, prostitute.

Christ the hisser