Best 15 quotes of Volatalistic Phil on MyQuotes

America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, and everyone is hung up on trying to be a man

And somewhere out there, in the river of addicts, alcoholics, wife beaters, doormats, overeducated legalized thieves, fascist police, and bitter rivalries— someone told me it’s a good city, and I don’t know what’s more frightening

Because any guilt the size of a speck of dust, or shame, can crush even the best of men, in mountains of weight

Hope is the formaldehyde of life.

I can remember when delusions of grandeur entailed wanting to be a rock star, movie star, a millionaire; to make it as a writer— now it seems that it’s to want to earn a decent living

I’m in love with my corporate girlfriend, with the Cyclops heart

I’m the new age miner, going to work at the company’s gold mines, where they charge me for the pick axe

I pawned the remote to my misery, trading it in for liquor that was cheap; screwdrivers for my vitamin c, and a little bloodstream to my IV, helping to soothe my lunacy

I suppose I’ve come a long way from: being drunk enough to drive; tired enough to replace sleep with pills; irresponsible enough with money to steal for it; and dumb enough to ruin perfectly normal relationships; but smart enough to know the difference— that every lifestyle change is just a new prison

It was the most beautiful moment that was so perfect you felt like you could just die. It was like the first time you ever heard Dido and Aeneas’ “When I am laid in earth.” A moment so pure you feel like you’re dreaming and begin to question your own mortality that could be capable of and rival such innocent beauty.

Love, is a Bloody Razor Blade Love came like fire from above and disappeared like a wet dream, underneath a leaky kitchen sink For weeks it went drip, drip, drip… until it could be, eventually fixed It took a long time to depreciate all the things I never had to say But there are only so many things that make sense at the end The rest is merely X-Acto knife love, and Love, is a bloody razor blade

Too many codeine pills, Too many nights of cold chills Too many weak-handed deals Too many lives, the addict steals

What simple and ordinary lives we live, underneath the shadows of projection screen artists

When I think about the past and how blind I was in that life, I compare it to being a god and losing everything when being cast out. I had the unlimited power to destroy myself and everything around me. It’s like having been in a cave for years and I’m finally out of the cave. The sun burns my eyes and skin. I don’t recognize my surroundings. No one looks authentic, and now I’m on the hunt for people that have the pieces to my puzzle that will help me on my quest. I have no cave to hide in, and I’m just left with the sediment of a previous life and my own mortality.

When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts.