I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

she knew what she wanted and it wasn't / me. / I know more women like that than any / other kind.

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

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.

I would give anything for a female's hand on me tonight. they soften a man and then leave him listening to the rain.

Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening.

A yet women -good women- frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep. Basically I craved prostitutes, base women, because they were deadly and hard and made no personal demands. Nothing was lost when they left. Yet at the same time I yearned for a gentle, good woman, despite the overwhelming price.