bren mulcahy:
We are slaves in this capitalist prison. Only, we are hypnotized into thinking otherwise.
bren mulcahy:
Injected with kryptonite.
bren mulcahy:
My senses all blurred into a single emotion of pure connection with the universe.
bren mulcahy:
He pushed in front of us, and then said nothing.
bren mulcahy:
Sense of entitlement.
bren mulcahy:
Smoke and mirrors.
bren mulcahy:
Is there such a thing as an original thought.
bren mulcahy:
Staking out his territory.
bren mulcahy:
She got under my skin eventually.
bren mulcahy:
You still want to be a "real" person. Good luck with that.
bren mulcahy:
I am fragile and I hate it. Why can't I be tough.
bren mulcahy:
How can we all be seperate from and completely connected to each other at the same time?
bren mulcahy:
At the source, you become one with everything again.
bren mulcahy:
I can't take that stuff anymore. It basically makes me want to have sex with anything that moves in the room.
bren mulcahy:
I will eat you alive.
bren mulcahy:
Burning and blistering until total disintegration.
bren mulcahy:
Why are we so afraid to die. There is beauty in death too. Wake up.
bren mulcahy:
My heart has stayed soft and warm for you despite all the molotov cocktails that life has thrown.
bren mulcahy:
Listen, we need to talk.
bren mulcahy:
My brain was squeezed dry from all the thoughts headin from East to West.
bren mulcahy:
Meet your brother.
bren mulcahy:
Hinting at something.
bren mulcahy:
Beneath the sheets, she stopped being so cruel. But only I knew that.
bren mulcahy:
We were brought up close to each other. But, we couldn't have been further apart.
bren mulcahy:
If you want love, you have to be prepared to suffer.
bren mulcahy:
I would be happy with just 5 minutes of your attention.
bren mulcahy:
I wonder if i will always be on the outside looking in. Maybe this is just the way it is.
bren mulcahy:
I was afraid of going any further, for what I would find beneath the surface.
bren mulcahy:
I always thought because I was poor, I would never get to become an astronaut. Ha.
bren mulcahy:
You just want to be close to her. Yeah, Yeah, Mate. You are just a stalker.
