the last cigarettes are smoked, the loaves are sliced,
and lest this be taken for wry sorrow,
drown the spider in wine.

you are much more than simply dead:
I am a dish for your ashes,
I am a fist for your vanished air.

the most terrible thing about life
is finding it gone.

“we drove on and on,past little villages and both good things andbad things were…”

“The whole world is a sack of shit ripping open. I can´t save it.”

“Love is alright for those who can handle the psychic overload. It's like trying…”

“So you want to be a writer if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of ev…”