my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

I am this fiery snail crawling home.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

the masses are everywhere they know how to do things: they have sane and deadly angers for sane and deadly things.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.

The crazy ones only laugh when there is no reason to laugh.

Before my death I hope to obtain my life.