Lines

Second tier friends.

I like your optimism. No, really, I do.

Would my 15 year old self be proud of what I am doing?

This is a now moment for me.

I think I’m incapable of companionship.

Pillowtalk.

Are we wasting our lives? Tell me we’re not wasting our lives.

So on-brand.

Can’t we just talk about nice things?

Is there a pill for this?

Routed into the spam filter of life.

Having a moment of lucidity.

I feel like I’m unravelling. 

I’m drunk, but not enough.

I’m sorry – I have to be alone. For, like, years.

You can actually live off hatred.

‘Do you have a love life? I don’t even had a like life?’

I love parties. Going to them. Preparing for them. Giving them. Recovering from them.

White jeans were never in. You can’t carry them off. No one could.

Wallpapered his room with quotes from Bataille.

This is the future. This is what our grandchildren will be smoking.

I could use a really good orgasm. In a sports-fuck kinda way.

I’m getting a chub just thinking about it.

Thee temple of postgrad youth. Sex, magick and so on.

What are you wanking off to nowadays?

Tell her you’ve got a raging boner with her name on it.

Notorious horn dog. Like a walking hard on.

Knit your own orgasm lesbian bullshit.

There’s just no place for us in this world.

We used to fuck our golden Retriever. He was consenting.

Gun dogs are very good for blow jobs. Very soft mouths. Bred to be delicate with prey.

I might buy a sexbot. Clicking on 35 coolest robots to have sex with.

Scratch the surface, and there’s just, like, more surface.

Please rise above yourself.

You’re a barrel of monkeys.

FUK BOI numberplates.

Like slapping God across the face.

All-hoody wardrobe

Ride the bravery train.

When you kiss for the first time, and you feel your entire body is on vibrate.

Porking on a semi-regular basis.