‘It seems every year I’m at camp someone loses their head...’


The Things That Really Matter
‘It seems every year I’m at camp someone loses their head...’

‘The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited…’

‘Individuality’s a monster and it must be strangled in its cradle to make our friends feel confident…’

‘If you can’t protect the integrity of the system, then there is no system...’

‘When I look at you lately, I just want to smash your face in...’

‘You sold your soul so many times nobody’s buying anymore…’

‘He does dress better than I do; what would I bring to the relationship?

‘It ate him… bit off his head… like a gingerbread man!‘
