I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.

i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

Wherever the crowd goes run in the other direction. They're always wrong.

Slavery was never abolished, it was only extended to include all the colors.

my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here

One more drink and you're dead. This is no way to talk to a suicide head.