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

I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.

there is moss on the walls and the stain of thought and failure and waiting

and then there are some who believe that old relationships can be revived and made new again. but please if you feel that way don't phone don't write don't arrive

Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.

if you think they didn't go crazy in tiny rooms just like you're doing now without women without food without hope then you're not ready.

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