the people are the biggest horror show on earth, have been for centuries.
nothing can save you except writing. it keeps the walls from failing.
i am going to start selling air in dark orange bags marked: moon-blooms
Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.
the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.
when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns