Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.

We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

… and we are in bed together laughing and we don’t care about anything.

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

whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?

It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.