It would be pleasant to be drunk.
life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone.
Love your self's self where it lives.
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went out of my fingers. They became stone. My body became a side of mutton and despair roamed the slaughterhouse.
Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build.