At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

Believe in the holy contour of life.

It always makes me proud to love the world somehow- hate's so easy compared.

but that's alright because now everything'll be alright & we'll soothe the forever boys & girls & before we're thru we'll find a name for this Goddam Golden Eternity & tell a story too

and nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old

ah, you always go for the ones who don't really want you

This was a manuscript of the night we couldn’t read.