There's the know. And there's the unknown. And what separates the two is the door, and that's what i wanta be. Ahh wanna be th' dooooooooorrr...

If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.

I believe in a long, prolonged, derangement of the senses in order to obtain the unknown.

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.

Twentieth-century culture's disease is the inability to feel their reality. People cluster to TV, soap operas, movies, theater, pop idols and they have wild emotion over symbols. But in the reality of their own lives, they're emotionally dead.

Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.