He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does he do, I swear for his own amusment, his own private, cosmic gag reel, he sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Taste, don't swallow. He's laughin' his sick, fuckin' ass off. He's an absentee landlord.
Guilt is just a bag of fuckin' bricks.
The worst vice is advice. You pull your own strings. Oh there are so many names. Freedom baby is never having to say you are sorry. Biochemically no different from eating large quantities of chocolate.