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.

I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.

Death's in the good-bye.

Today life opened inside me like an egg.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious

As it has been said: Love and a cough cannot be concealed. Even a small cough. Even a small love.