Simplicity is always the secret, to a profound truth, to doing things, to writing, to painting. Life is profound in its simplicity

My body gnaws at me from one side and my spirit gnaws at me from the other.

It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

It was hard for me to believe. When recess was over I sat in class and thought about it. My mother had a hole and my father had a dong that shot juice. How could they have things like that and walk around as if everything was normal, and talk about things, and then do it and not tell anybody?

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

I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.