“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… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“When I think about the past and how blind I was in that life, I compare it to being a god and losing everything… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, and everyone is hung up on trying to be a man” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“Too many codeine pills, Too many nights of cold chills Too many weak-handed deals Too many lives, the addict steals” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“I stopped loving my father at some point while I was a drunk. I began hating him after I became sober.” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“Truly, the better a person you are, or become, the harder life becomes. No longer are you omnipotent, but are made flaccid. You are… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“I can remember when delusions of grandeur entailed wanting to be a rock star, movie star, a millionaire; to make it as a writer—… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“I used to fear things like not having enough alcohol and drugs, or the money to get them. Now I fear someone holding me… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“I pawned the remote to my misery, trading it in for liquor that was cheap; screwdrivers for my vitamin c, and a little bloodstream… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“I’m the new age miner, going to work at the company’s gold mines, where they charge me for the pick axe” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“Because any guilt the size of a speck of dust, or shame, can crush even the best of men, in mountains of weight” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“I’m in love with my corporate girlfriend, with the Cyclops heart” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“And these are the same type of people who kill the innocent and justify it by saying “They’ve gone to be with Jesus now”… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“Love, is a Bloody Razor Blade Love came like fire from above and disappeared like a wet dream, underneath a leaky kitchen sink For… — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
“What simple and ordinary lives we live, underneath the shadows of projection screen artists” — Volatalistic Phil Copy Share Image
