Being drunk is a good disguise. I drink so I can talk to assholes. This includes me.
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss
That's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what he really is.
Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain.
When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.