“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped
love digs graves all around the world but i used to
drink from the dream cup welcome those ghosts of morning don’t fade out, sleep in
tired of her obsessions insatiable outbursts of self dragging her around angst smothered mornings culminating into nightly carnivals…
his grin covered in melted chocola… his hands covered in blood and no one to stop him thieves are not running scared they are running the show
she always turns a light on when she thinks of me checks under the bed to see if i left behind a kiss
splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh
for one minute my clock dreamed of infinity forever stood still in a timeless moment hidden from death and deadlines
Life is a series of tragedies with… But what is good for those who suf… than what is good for those who do… —for Brian Salvador Curley
Sue lurks near my street I have thoughts of kissing her but fear to commit
still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips
we all trip over our own comfort and wherever we land is the lie we build a home on whatever love is we only do it when we have to
that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers
(a) his job (b) his home (c) his girl (d) his mind (e) his life
walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu
