Humanity, you never had it from the beginning." That was my motto.

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 hope that death contains less than this.

as the shadows assume shapes I fight the slow retreat now my once-promise dwindling dwindling now lighting new cigarettes pouring more drinks it has been a beautiful fight still is.

I guess we often get the deep blues, both of us, and wonder what it all means- the people, the buildings, the day by day things, the waste of time, of ourselves.

They never pay the slaves enough so they can get free, just enough so they can stay alive and come back to work.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.