Meanwhile in my head, Iām undergoing open-heart surgery.
O starry night, This is how I want to die
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.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.
We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!