we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.
love be damned now as love was damned when it first arrived.
I went home each night dizzy and sick. He was murdering me with the sound of his voice.
I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.
i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.
Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.