I know now a mountain of sugar is too much for one man. It's clear now why God portions it out in those tiny packets, and why he lives on a plantation in Hawaii.

I've been greeting inanimate objects lately... Sup, chair. Sup, wall.

I would never do crack. I would never do a drug named after a part of my own ass. Ok folks? Kind of a personal guideline in my life. Somebody says, "You want some crack?" I say, "I was born with one, pal! I really don't need another one. Thank you very much! If I want the second crack, I'll give you a call, but for right now I'm sticking with the solo crackola, thank you!" God.. crack. Only in America would a guy invent crack. Only in America would there be a guy that cocaine wasn't good enough for. You know? One guy walking around New York City back in 1985 going, "You know, that cocaine's pretty good, but I want something that makes my heart explode as soon as I smoke it, ok? I want to take one suck off that crack pipe and go *snort* *splat* Now I'm happy! I'm dead, the ultimate high!" Dennis Leary, my cynical hero

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I am Chinese, and fucking proud of my heritage. I'm not religious, but I have my morals. I'm reckless as gunfire and loud. I'm an insomniac, borderline on bipolar. I can drink vodka and coffee like iced water. I am musically inclined, I act on impulse - this pulsing, ticking, rhythm in your veins. And I never regret what I choose. I hardly ever plan anything, I wing it - I am underneath every single part of this moment. I like it dirty. I'm another addict with a different kind of needle in my arm. I'm exactly your brand of heroin. Care to find out ? I dare you, to impress me. like.morphine@hotmail.com