I shot a vein in my neck and coughed up a quaalude.
The president's dead, no one can find his head, its been missing for two weeks. But no one seemed to notice it.
Caroline says as she gets up from the floor, you can hit me all you want to, but I don't love you anymore.
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die, the currents are deep and raging inside.
I tried to give up drugs by drinking.
I mean, there are peripheral things I do, I do photography, I write plays, I have books published, but that's neither here not there.