'Cause I make little lies and then I pull them apart, I think something dark's living down in my heart
Never trust a heart that's so bent it cant break.
Mercy me, if it were possible to launder one’s heartaches away, I’d bleach mine in the sun.
"You'd better take care of me, Lord… Because if you don't you're going to have me on your hands."
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas