the writing of some men is like a vast bridge that carries you over the many things that claw and tear. The Wine of Forever
I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.
Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.
The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it
We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.
i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.