they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.
I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was the rest of the world. We were all just hanging around waiting to die and meanwhile doing little things to fill the space. Some of use weren’t even doing little things. We were vegetables.
The crowd is the gathering place of the weakest; true creation is a solitary act.
but as God said, crossing his legs, I see where I have made plenty of poets but not so very much poetry.