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If Marilyn Monroe Was Alive Right Now, What Would She Be Doing?' Clawing At The Roof Of Her Coffin.

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If Marilyn Monroe Was Alive Right Now, What Would She Be Doing?' Clawing At The Roof Of Her Coffin.

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They're Just Words Is All. Powerless. Vocabulary. Dialogue.

I See The Strongest And The Smartest Men Who Have Ever Lived... And These Men Are Pumping Gas And Waiting Tables.

A Little Old Lady Sitting At The Front Of The Bus Can Do Nothing To Change Civil Rights.

The World Of American Politics Is More Contentious Than It Has Ever Been In My Lifetime.

We Live And We Die And Anything Else Is Just A Delusion.

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Inspiration Needs Disease, Injury, Madness.

Just Keep Asking Yourself: What Would Jesus Not Do?

Folks Build A Reputation By Attacking You While You’re Alive - Or Praising You After You Ain’t.

You Could Go Church And You Could Describe Your Worst Behavior, Your Worst Self, And Despite Your Worst Behavior You Would Be Forgiven And Then Redeemed And Then Accepted Back Into The Community Through Communion. So You Didn't Have To Carry This Burden Your Entire Life. Once A Week You Went Someplace You Went Someplace Where You Could Really Look Terrible And Be Loved Despite How Terrible You Were.

You Love Me. You Ignore Me. You Save My Life, Then You Cook My Mother Into Soap.

He Was The Kind Of Boy Any Young Girl Should Date While She's Still Able To Recover.

Somehow It Seems Wrong To Photograph A Blind Person. It’s Like Stealing Something Valuable They Don’t Even Know They Own.

The Trick To Forgetting The Big Picture Is To Look At Everything Close-up. The Shortcut To Closing A Door Is To Bury Yourself In The Details. This Is How We Must Look To God. As If Everything's Fine.

Public Taste Changes And The Aesthetic Of A Culture Changes Over Time, So The Idea Isn't To Appeal To The Aesthetic Of The Moment And What People Will Like Right Now; The Idea Is To Somehow Keep Yourself In The Public Memory So That As Taste Evolves It Will Eventually Come To Embrace Your Thing. So, It's About Writing To Be Remembered Rather Than Writing To Be Liked.

Big Brother Isn’t Watching. He’s Singing And Dancing. He’s Pulling Rabbits Out Of A Hat. Big Brother’s Busy Holding Your Attention Every Moment You’re Awake. He’s Making Sure You’re Always Distracted. He’s Making Sure You’re Fully Absorbed.

You Kill Strangers Deliberately So You Don't Accidentally Kill The People You Love.

My Inventory Of People Who Can Save Me Is Down To Just Me.

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