I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

People don't do me much good.

I used to lay drunk in alleys and I probably will again.Bukowski, who is he? I read about Bukowski and it doesn't seem like anything to do with me.

I knew exactly what I was doing: I was doing nothing. because I knew there was nothing to do.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

If you can't write the next line, well, you're dead. The past doesn't matter.