“There is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable… — 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… — 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… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when I’m chain smoking on the balcony and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I’d like to admit), I… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from… — 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
“Then I drop to my knees because I can't find a decent enough reason not to, because reluctance rarely stands a chance… — 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
“February falls on top of me like a cartoon piano. I reek of champagne, come, and CK One.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I’ve always wanted to be the sort of boy who does the right thing without having to think about it first, the… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Crashing through windows I thought were open doors. Apologizing for the mess. Rationalizing my behavior in metaphors you’ll simply never understand. Learning… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest, but my heart is… — 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
“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 mirror I stand, an injured deer in headlights, or maybe high beams, judging by the way my eyes water. I… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside of myself,… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“There are rules you've gotta follow when you fuck to forget. A body's only a temple if and when you treat it… — 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
