Set list

I'm convinced that blame is the fastest human reflex.

The internet has made finding like minded people so easy that idiots have inadvertently managed to become an organized group.

Plot twist: My signature move is being genuine.

Your version of history will not be the final draft.

It can take some time to realize the only thing you have in common with some friends is the past.

I've heard rumors, but no one ever told me chivalry was dead.

Sorry I forgot your name, but I need to remember thousands of song lyrics and the speed of light at all times.

Close one eye and try to walk through a crowd of people. See, empathy isn't that hard.

Some people have no shame, and others seem to have enough for everyone.

My life was not submitted for your approval.

Show me how fake you are, so I know it's real.

You may want to put that tweet back where you found it.

My mom would retweet me if she was on Twitter.

Break the cycle of bullshit and be a reasonable person.

Look, there's a lovely view of the abyss from here.

There is a book somewhere that will change the way you see the world. You should try to find it.

The aftermath usually includes some division and subtraction.

Men and women are not alike in mind for good reason. It's complementary, not a competition.

There is an eye at the center of my storm, a lost one.

What didn't kill me altered the way I look at the world.

Sometimes I say what I need to say, and then I shut the fuck up about it.

The whole universe is in motion, and I feel it in my stomach.

I'll show anyone what I look like, but I was hoping this would be the one place where that didn't matter.

I like to think I have a fairly good vocabulary, but I have no words to describe how heavy solitude can be at times.

Is genuine Twitter a thing? I want it to be a thing.

I'm not rich, or beautiful. Being a good person is kinda all I got. And all I think really matters.

We were drawn together by our disdain for everyone, except each other.

With nothing to prove, and too old to fight for sport, I only prey on predators.

I have the chocolate milk consumption of a much younger man.

I prefer to draw my conclusions in pencil.

If anyone ever claims to speak for me, tell them I said to "fuck off."

The fact that people have it worse, should make no one feel better.

In the digital age, it seems the truth has become more art than science.

Tweets so dark, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to them.

A cold comfort is still warmer than delusion.

I could say my tweets are a reflection of my life, but it's more like the shadow.

I didn't lose hope, I gave it all away.

It's a shame that kindness seems so rare that it always catches me off guard.

The word "genius" doesn't have the weight it used to.

I would imagine that kindness is more likely to bring someone back to life.

Look sharp, the world isn't fucking around.

One of the most valuable things I've learned is not everything requires my opinion.

Usually the only reward for doing the right thing is the fact that you did it.

I’ve read a hundred books, and memorized a thousand songs. I wonder how many of my thoughts are even my own.

I've been trying to learn from my mistakes, but I'm somewhat overwhelmed by the source material.

The words you choose show as much about your character as the point you are trying to make.

I was just trying to tweet my coherent thoughts, sorry about the mess.

If there are only two types of people in the world, we are in serious trouble.

I often wonder how much more I can give before there is nothing left.

Be wary, the muse and the siren have a similar tone of voice.

"It doesn't matter." -me discussing my feelings

Own the whole truth, even if you don't want to.

Strangely nostalgic, for a time and place I’m not sure ever really existed.

Words often fail when speaking of love and loss.

If I have to use people as stepping stones, I'm not going anywhere.

She said nothing, and I understood.

Solitude has been a better muse than any company I've kept.

If only forgiveness was as easy to assign as blame.

I will never ask more of anyone than I expect from myself.

I’m bringing chivalry back, because my mom told me to.

It’s not what you think, I love you in a distant creepy stalker sort of way.

Just give me a moment with the sound of the rain.

What didn't kill me damn near did.

There are two sides to every opinion. The words, and omissions.

Keep it creepy by showing up randomly in their notifications.

Something extremely foolish must be done about all this.

Talk in an elusive abstract way, so I know it’s surreal.

Time is the greatest test, and the ultimate predator.

These are my thoughts, feel free to have your own.

*makes myself at home in your imagination*

I’m here to walk the walk, move aside.

The voice of reason seems but a whisper.

The perfect prison, created by my own decisions.

They died doing what they love, bringing out the worst in me.

Stand with those who have stood by you, and noticed you when no others did.

I assume it must be very comforting to believe you have it all figured out.

Don’t follow me, you’re not gonna like where this is headed.

Despite the foreshadowing, humanity seems determined to become exactly what we feared.

Strange how feeling empty can have so much weight.

Freedom isn’t free, and the price is always rising.

My signature look is particularly unimpressed.

Barely there, like a shadow of a cloud.

A longing for the moments words fail to describe.

The rising banks of all that water under the bridge.

Any interest I show is always genuine, or I will show none at all.

It’s a shame we don’t release the Kraken anymore.

“Put the knife down.” -me flirting

My biggest fear is to become what I despise.

Look again, that silver lining is the edge of a blade.

When you tell your story, be sure to cast yourself in the right role.

It will take more than your two cents if you want real change.