God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

He created his own Kool Aid reality and was able to illuminate himself by it.

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that i should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, i know i'm right.

For fear you will be alone you do so many things that aren't you at all.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

I'm in a constant process of thinking about things.