He watched with his predator eyes.
The hunger in them unmasked.
He was addicted.
He kept right on feeding his filthy obsession, and he didn’t care.

Jesus fuck. I’m sitting right fucking here, Prez. Maybe shelve the porn a little, yeah?

For what it was worth he already knew he resembled a pissed off serial killer most of the time, he was completely fine about it, it kept people away.

A man once said the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. I was his test guinea pig.

Hope was a weak rebellion not meant for the likes of him.

He got the deviant joke loud and clear, the one about the biggest head case craving the taste of a psychiatrist. The little bit of a thing was smarter than most.