The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

It began as a mistake.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

I wish to weep but sorrow is stupid. I wish to believe but belief is a graveyard.

nothing's news. it's the same old thing in disguise. only one thing comes without a disguise and you only see it once, or maybe never. like getting hit by a freight train. makes us realize that all our moaning about long lost girls in gingham dresses is not so important after all.