I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.
I was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread.
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.
stay with the beer. beer is continuous blood. a continuous lover.
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard