human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

some moments are nice, some are nicer, some are even worth writing about.

Basically, that's why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from myself.

life itself is not the miracle. that pain should be so constant, that's the miracle -

I never pump up my vulgarity. I wait for it to arrive in its own terms.

it doesn't matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.

eleven months. now she's gone gone as they go.