...most of the press were vultures descending on the scene for curious America aplomb. Cameras inside the coffin interviewing worms.

Let's just say I was testing the bounds of reality. I was curious to see what would happen. That's all it was curiosity.

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

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

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?