life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

As a writer one has to take the chance on being a fool.