life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
It would be pleasant to be drunk.
I have been cut in two.
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!
Need is not quite belief.
And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself