Creating Neural Bridge...

“Careful. How can we be sure this isn’t another evil mimeograph of her?” “Because I know you taste like cigarettes and Ultra Brite toothpaste.” “...is that bad?” “It’s memorable.”

I’d like to make my shame count for something

Oh, yes. This is real darkness. It’s not death, or war, or child molestation. Real darkness has love for a face. The first death is in the heart, Harry.

I could stare at your back all day I could stare at your back all day And I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right Can I try again, try again, try again Try again, and again, and again And again, and again, and again?

Oh, great! Of course! Here it comes! You can’t keep doing this! You can’t keep doing shitty things, and then feel bad about yourself, like that makes it okay. You need. To be. Better!

Coming up after this break, some exclusive clips from my recent three-hour interview with myself, in which I interrogated myself on my motivations, where I am in life, why I'm not in a different place in life, whose fault that is, and why I said that embarrassing thing once.

In the Myriadic Year of our Lord—the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the kindly Prince of Death!—Gideon Nav packed her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and she escaped from the House of the Ninth.

And I've been a forest fire I am a forest fire And I am the fire, and I am the forest And I am a witness watching it I stand in a valley watching it And you are not there at all

YOU - “Kim, how would you name the club?” KIM KITSURAGI - “I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t build a club and I wouldn’t name it either.”

Love is crazy Love is often boring Love stinks Love is pretty often debris When you find what you find Then never, never, never, never, never Do it over again Love reads like a bad biography All the names are changed To protect the innocent

Everyone, all of them Everyone said, "Don't go that way" So, of course, to that, I said "I think I'll go that way"

We got really good at it. Winning. Then… Then it all changed.

Don't hold back, I want to break free God is singing through your body And I'm carried by the sound Every drum, every single beat They were born from your body And I'm carried by the sound

“Mac, you love me.” “I do?”

Venus, planet of love Was destroyed by global warming Did its people want too much too? Did its people want too much?

It’s the living who are ghosts. The dead are silent. They don’t rattle windows or write letters in blood. The living do. Leave them behind. Rest.