I could scream down 90 mountains to less than dust if only one living human had eyes in the head and heart in the body, but there is no chance, my god, no chance. rat with rat dog with dog hog with hog, play the piano drunk listen to the drunk piano, realize the myth of mercy stand still as even a child's voice snarls and we have not been fooled, it was only that we wanted to believe.

take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him typing in the beginning

Angels, we have grown apart.

I wanted the whole world or nothing.

I was a bore and didn't know when to smile or fake it. Or rather worse, I did but didn't.

Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad

morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.