morning night and noon the traffic moves through and the murder and treachery of friends and lovers and all the people move through you. pain is the joy of knowing the unkindest truth that arrives without warning. life is being alone death is being alone. even the fools weep morning night and noon.

be it peace or happiness let it enfold you

my 6 foot goddess makes me laugh the laughter of the mutilated who still need love... she has saved me from everything that is not here

Drinking is another way of thinking, another way of living. It gives you two lives instead of one.

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.

But she projected vitality - you knew that she was there.

Love is a form of prejudice. I have too many other prejudices.