The word is now a virus.

It's the little touches that make a future solid enough to destroy.

Take a shot in front of D.L. Probing for a vein in my dirty bare foot... Junkies have no shame... They are impervious to the repugnance of others. It is doubtful if shame can exist in the absence of sexual libido... The junky's shame disappears with his nonsexual sociability which is also dependent on libido.

Too perfect to be sexually attractive.

You know a real friend? Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.

If you weren't surprised by your life you wouldn't be alive. Life is surprise.

The people in power will not disappear voluntarily, giving flowers to the cops just isn't going to work. This thinking is fostered by the establishment; they like nothing better than love and nonviolence. The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.