so it's always a process of letting go, one way or another

you fall into the mirror, come through the other side staring at a lightbulb.

I could read the great books but the great books don't interest me.

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

You can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it.

Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.

I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.