Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.
To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!