Nausea & Nightshade
All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. Meanwhile, I feel Fucked To Death.
Déjà Vu in the Desert of the Real
"I’m twenty-five years old and I don’t understand what it is that people do. It’s as if all this were built on nothing, and nothing were holding this together. And then I hear people talk, and that just makes things worse."