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

the grace is being able to like rock music, symphony music, jazz … anything that contains the original energy of joy.

Not everybody thought they could be a dentist or an automobile mechanic but everybody knew they could be a writer.

and love was lightning and remembrance

And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.

I once lay in a white hospital for the dying and the dying self, where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die, where on my knees I prayed for LIGHT, I prayed for l*i*g*h*t, and praying crawled like a blind slug into the web where threads of wind stuck against my mind and I died of pity for Man, for myself, on a cross without nails, watching in fear as the pig belches in his sty, farts, blinks and eats.

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?