“My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Everywhere I go, I kind of half stumble, half stomp. If there’s a balcony within a hundred feet of me at any… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Another piano falls, but this time it's me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings,… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game,… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Under the influence, I am easily influenced. I try to keep my pants on, but some things are easier said than done.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Coming down for the thousandth time, I'm perched on the precipice of a billion broken promises. I'm speeding through the intersections of… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“My slurred speech isn’t from one or nine drinks too many, it’s from my father.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when I'm chain-smoking and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I'd like to admit), I let go of a… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: “I’m fine.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore. — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“There is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable place to… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Two sad eyes and one skanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery to hold… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Dead Prez is playing on the car’s stereo, telling me that it’s bigger than Hip-Hop, but I beg to differ.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I drink Coke-zero while I score coke from an honors student in Huntington Beach.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“There's a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“...stars are dying all the time. Some explode. Some collapse and cave in on themselves. Those ones become black holes. Others get sucked up… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but— I… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I’ll see my nakedness as an advantage, attempt use my body as leverage. That will work for a little while.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
