unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it

Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work. Think of how many times you put on your underwear in a lifetime. It was appalling, it was disgusting, it was stupid.

I can see where creation often stops while the body still lives and often does not care to. the death of life before life dies.

my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

you've got to burn straight up and down and then maybe sidewise for a while and have your guts scrambled by a bully and the demonic ladies, you've got to run along the edge of madness teetering, you've got to starve like a winter alleycat, you've go to live with the imbecility of at least a dozen cities, then maybe maybe maybe you might know where you are for a tiny blinking moment.

I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.

I was beaten down long ago in some alley in another world.