I know about your happy little illusion, that you never call your wife by name, that you take amphetamines just to give yourself that kick in the ass that reminds you that you're not a machine, that you have the constant need to be on top because you're so far down the evolutionary ladder that a fing amoeba uses you as a footstool.
It was your covenant with the devil to exchange your soul for money and fame, so i won't be sorry for your damn fing soul, and the devil gat no time to refund what you had already sell, demons don't understand the meaning of sympathy, you should know that already, so, go make some dollar bill in hell, and come back and give me some.
Michael Bassey Johnson
Khalid?' It was dark now, and she couldn't see his face, but she knew he was right there, an inch or two from their last kiss. 'What was that look? Earlier, after we'd finished?' There was a long silence in the dark before Khalid finally spoke. 'It is only that it has been a long time since I have made love.' There was another long quiet. She waited for him. 'Of course, I love Galen. But you know already, we are only tender when we are not fing. And you and I, we were tender, before, but we did not feel then as we feel now.' 'No.' 'I had forgotten how big that feeling is.' Vanka pulled Khalid to her, cradling his naked body against hers.
It's been my experience that people always assume that generalized anxiety disorder is preferable to social anxiety disorder, because it sounds more vague and unthreatening, but those people are totally wrong. For me, having generalized anxiety disorder is basically like having all of the other anxiety disorders smooshed into one. Even the ones that aren't recognized by modern science. Things like birds-will-probably-smother-me-in-my-sleep anxiety disorder and I-keep-crackers-in-my-pocket-in-case-I-get-trapped-in-an-elevator anxiety disorder. Basically I'm just generally anxious about fing everything. In fact, I suspect that's how they came up with the name.