Once one has seen God, what is the remedy?
Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
The one man in the room who was as big as his poems, huge, with hulk and dynamic chunks of words.
Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.
I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.