❝ The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math. ❞
❝ I disembowel. It’s what I do. ❞
❝ He gave them the heebie-jeebies. He had nothing else to give. ❞
❝ I’d sell you to Satan for one corn chip. ❞
❝ I love you despite the warning signs. ❞
❝ This was a topsy-turvy world of anguish, shame and self-torment. ❞
❝ I’m three ounces of whoop-ass. ❞
❝ Dealing with you is like herding cats. ❞
❝ My mating dance is mostly seizures. ❞
❝ This jackassery will not stand! ❞
❝ I’ve been through hell and come out singing. ❞
❝ Your love has made me a drunk. ❞
❝ I’m not majestic on weekends. ❞
❝ God can’t help you now. ❞
❝ That’s a crazy idea. Insane. It doesn’t make sense. ❞
❝ I had on my prettiest dress and he never even looked at it. ❞
❝ He had a violent, uncontrolled temper, which sent him literally insane when he was annoyed, but he was good looking. ❞
❝ This might have passed a very pleasant evening had shit not gotten real. ❞
❝ Perhaps you can do something about the evil spirit in my head. ❞
❝ My emotions have three outlets: haughty silence, tears and rage. ❞
❝ I do not go to my happy place, I go to my high lonesome place. ❞
❝ I am often seized by the fatal American need to have a pretty good time. ❞
❝ I’m addicted to shiny things. ❞
❝ The ability to remain sober and gracious is, indeed, a mild form of insanity. ❞
❝ My modus operandi is dial up the awesome and break the knob off. ❞
❝ Looking for trouble and if I cannot find it, I will create it. ❞
❝ The drinks came. I wasn’t about to be sobered by anything like regret. ❞
❝ Foie gras this, motherfucker! ❞
❝ The whispery groans in my mind are beginning to issue orders. ❞
❝ Unicorn of love, impale me! ❞
❝ Oh. You’re an artist. ❞
❝ I hope you’ll excuse my cheap wit, but the hour is late and it’s all I have left. ❞
❝ As always, all I should’ve said was, “I love you.” ❞
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