“I think it’s pretty common to hold onto people, to bribe them with things, say, a body, in the hopes of keeping… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“When you’re finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I’ll be too drunk to fight when you ask why I prefer to hurt, so I’ll start hurling stupid phrases like I… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“Do you think dogs enjoy fucking? Or is it something so primal, so intrinsically necessary that it just happens, just occurs? Do… — 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
“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
“I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not ’cause we want to fix them, but ’cause we want to fix ourselves.… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“What if I were to tell you the game’s been rigged, that I was destined to win from the very beginning? To… — 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
