See the moon? It hates us.

The shot glass is half drunk.

Who gathers the withered rose?

I'm all groan up in America.

Does anything we do ever end it?

Every swamp has a silted lining.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

I forgot what I was going to think.

Life is short unless agony is long.

People always switched on turn me off.

The glass is completely full...of shit.

That's art. Nothing is for everybody.

Mom lied. The crust is the shittiest part.

My name is Hope Happy, and I am a pessimist.

Those who refuse to drink are always thirsty.