We confine ourselves to mediocrity to quench our fear of failure. We shy from effort because we have the luxury of ease. Fucking pitiful.

The best way to get rid of twilight isn't to hate on it, but rather to ignore it, and hope it goes away forever. Change the world.

This carrot has known heartbreak you cannot imagine. It's very soul aches with sorrow. With every atom of its being, it writhes in anguish.

I love your tits, miss creepy 50s soulless husk. I will nuzzle them with my cheek. Mmm, yeah. Shh. Shh. Just let it happen. Shh. Mmm, yeah.

His bloody footprints trailed out the alley into the evening glow. He knew it was wrong, but he loved the rush. He would kill again for fun.

My nightmares have manifested themselves into flesh. Though much like my dreams and ambitions, my nightmares are lazy and indecisive.

A tiresomely inviting anthropomorphic phallus, happily greeting the viewer with open arms. We all have better things to do.

The happiest little brown rectangle you ever will see. He's only happy because he doesn't understand the concept of mortality.

This will all be over soon. Catch your breath and keep moving. Only the dead may remain so still, and you are not yet so fortunate.

Man wins foot-race with Box. Absolutely nobody is surprised.

Son of a whore! Goddamn fucking CLOUDS! Why do you pollute the sky with your presence? I HATE clouds! Fuckers!

Dr. Wright, from Sim City. I hated that fuck. Tells me where I should build what. I burned my whole city, hoping for his death. Every time.