Death is implacable and approaching.

Still suffering delusions of mundanity.

Morality is fiction.

Fighting is surrogate fucking.

Death and taxes. Taxes, however, may be escaped by escaping society. Death may be escaped by escaping self.

Information comes from all sources, all equally reliable (id est: unreliable).

“Schnell! Schnell! Before the American archaeologist kills us all!”

Living has largely been a waste of my time.

Regarding Halloween decorations: If it looks like it would be on the set of The Addams Family, it's cool. If it looks like it would be on a kindergarten teacher's desk, it's tacky.

Nothing is irrevocable. Nothing is permanent, except for death. Which perhaps explains its weird appeal.