yes, Wagner and the storm intermix with the wine as nights like this run up my wrists and up into my head and back down into the gut

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

alone with everybody the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and them men drink too much and nobody finds the one but they keep looking crawling in and out of beds. flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. there's no chance at all: we are all trapped by a singular fate. nobody ever finds the one. the city dumps fill the junkyards fill the madhouses fill the hospitals fill the graveyards fill nothing else fills.

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

It’s hard to drink when you dance. And it’s hard to dance when you drink.

A spark can set a whole forest on fire. Just a spark. Save it.

If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead.