As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.

one can never be sure whether it's good poetry or bad acid

whiskey makes the heart beat faster but it sure doesn't help the mind and isn't it funny how you can ache just from the deadly drone of existence?

A day of minor profit or prophet led to a night of drunkenness.

I walked around the block twice, passed 200 people and failed to see a human being.

When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throat.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.