I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.
โ"sheโ mad but sheโ magic. thereโ no lie in her fire.
It's just that the grape has me down.
Writing is like going to bed with a beautiful woman and afterwards she gets up, goes to her purse and gives me a handful of money.
You don't go on "probably" when love and guns are in hand.
I'm only interested in poetry.