‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often when you do it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late

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

Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.

and even the trees we walked under seemed less than trees and more like everything else.

What? You’d dare drink right after getting out of jail for intoxication?” That’s when you need a drink the most.

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.