Quotes from Scott C. Holstad

i drive 160 on the freeway in the hopes of a fiery escape my major x-mas wish and like everyone else i get shit life on a razor's edge words that kill and guns that don't

we lose more and more bits and pieces of our collective identity daily; the beaten generation indeed, self-inflicted wounds, and our elected officials keep watch over us intent on keeping us content and complacent, so we willingly sell ourselves out for more tax breaks and we continue to consume and destroy ourselves while watching each other with suspicion.

she dreams dreams wrapped in unknown skins. sweat scented covers are tossed aside in her urgency. she dreams recklessly of reckless abandonment in a dark, dank world.

violence is so american violence is pretty girls guns 'n danger rape, murder, 'n mayhem tv above all eats us up 'n spits us out tells us lies we willingly believe

I want the guilt hatred hostility shame violence perfectionism biases humanity to flee, jump off the Terminal Island bridge. How many times have I laid next to you in bed with my arms around you wanting to blow my brains out? My grave marks my preference, my erasure, my wholeness.