'Are you always a smartass?'
‘Nope. Sometimes I’m asleep.’
I dunno, just laying face down on the couch and waiting for some baby boomers to die, I guess
i used to be scared that i would never make a man fall in love w me because i’m too outspoken/aggressive/interested in radical feminist politics/independent, but then i realized that the kind of man who would rather I keep quiet and nod my head is not the kind of man i would ever let touch me or look at me or associate with me
I forgave everybody, I gave up, I got drunk.
This is why a tainted society has invented psychiatry to defend itself against the investigations of certain superior intellects whose faculties of divination would be troublesome.
No, van Gogh was not mad, but his paintings were bursts of Greek fire, atomic bombs, whose angle of vision would have been capable of seriously upsetting the spectral conformity of the
In comparison with the lucidity of van Gogh, psychiatry is no better than a den of apes who are themselves obsessed and persecuted and who possess nothing to mitigate the most appalling states of anguish and human suffocation but a ridiculous terminology. To a man, this whole gang of pected scoundrels and patented quacks are all erotomaniacs