We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something that's already found us

I like to let each thing happen - direct it a little consciously, maybe - but just kind of follow the vibrations I get in each particular circumstance. We don't plan theatrics. We hardly ever know which set we'll play.

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

the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

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.

No one gets out of here alive.

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.