It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

And don't forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.

We are here to laugh at the odds.