Erika Breezy (Sustainably.Spooky) > Erika's Quotes

“One time before the fire when Dad was still blind he thought when I came down the basement stairs I was Randy the mute plumber. He said Randy, it’s one of those days I’d kill for some blow. That plus the three-ring binder of X-rated cake photos under his bed is how I know we haven’t always been holy rollers.”
― Holly Wilson

“Motherfucker, be quiet, this is a library! Asstard, you’re always such an Asstard Bitch! for the first time I say. Is such language mean? Does it cause suffering? Maybe, who knows, I don’t fucking care. My tongue had been freed and my words were heartfelt. Heartfelt because that’s where I fucking felt them, burning.”
― Holly Wilson

“This was the moment my awakening began, Jeanie told me. She said Free will’s bullshit, that acorns grow into acorn trees. That if from birth you’re planted with AutoZone Assistant Manager energy then that is the exact thing the Universe demands you be. When I said No way, that I didn’t believe it, she knocked me down and called me Thundercunt and said Thundercunt, this is why the Universe sent me.”
― Holly Wilson

“So what was it like? I say. What was it like dying? Here he floats close to me, looks me straight in my eyes, my face. He doesn’t cry or wail. All his fires burn steady. What was it like? You can tell me, I say. I fell from the sky on fire, he says, and when he says it he’s smiling. I was Icarus. I was art, he says. It was fucking amazing.”
― Holly Wilson

“No one now will ever fuck with me! I’m the ghost-friended badass who snuck into Mombie’s dressing room, I’m a preteen hellion who emits her own scent : the awesome stink of a girl who bites, the blood-muddied funk of the bramble cats! In Grandpa Hack’s Horror Mirrors each mirror shows you killed a different way, but no matter the mirror, no matter the wound, no matter stabbed all over, tractor-crushed, or drowned, I look wild and dirty always, a dirt bike gang’s kitten. Someone waiting to sink rabies into the steak of your neck.”
― Holly Wilson

“For forty -five minutes I let my brain shuffle, the outside-sitting riffling thoughts and memories loose. At first it’s the basics : Jeanie, you bitch, how I fucking hate you, you’re not as badass as you think you are; dead Mom, what will I even say to you when I necromance you? And where the fuck has your ghost even been? Also, should I major in theater when I go to community college? Do you think I look like you?”
― Holly Wilson

“The audience is super-wowed too but also freaked out as hell, all Oh my! What the hell? Is this supposed to be happening? So it’s the perfect time to follow my heart and do what overcomes me, which is grab the mic from Bozo and make sure the WGN cameras are on me when I say: I hereby declare Molly Sibly the winner of this stupid fucking contest as she’s more talented than all the other fuckers on this stage. If you want a piece of her she’ll be at the Reanimation tonight, motherfuckers! She’s making a portal, she’s having a séance, she’s bringing back the motherfucking dead!”
― Holly Wilson