dont undress my love you might find a mannequin dont undress the mannequin you might find love. shes long ago forgotten me. hes trying on a new hat and looks more the coquette then ever. she is a child and a mannequin and death. i can't hate that. she didnt do anything unusual. I only wanted her to.

you are on the freeway threading through traffic now, moving both towards something and towards nothing at all as you punch the radio on and get Mozart, which is something, and you will somehow get through the slow days and the busy days and the dull days and the hateful days and the rare days, all both so delightful and so disappointing because we are all so alike and so different.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

Don't ever write a novel unless it hurts like a hot turd coming out.

Drinking is an emotional thing. It joggles you out of the standardism of everyday life, out of everything being the same.

It is possible to be truly mad and to still exist upon scraps of life.