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

The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

I never understood society. i undersand that it works somehow and that it functions as a reality and that its realities are necessary to keep us from worse realities. but all i sense are that are plenty of police and jails and judges and laws and that what is meant to protect me is breaking me down.

she’s mad, but she’s magic.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

Those who escape hell however never talk about it and nothing much bothers them after that

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.