the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced, and lest this be taken for wry sorrow, drown the spider in wine. you are much more than simply dead: I am a dish for your ashes, I am a fist for your vanished air. the most terrible thing about life is finding it gone.

this time has finished me.

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals.

New Year's Eve always terrifies me.

Without literature, life is hell.

If you can only remain pure in your stupidity, someday you may get a phone call from hell.

Are you becoming what you've always hated?