some moments are nice, some arenicer, some are even worthwritingabout.
Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.
when I am feelinglowall i have to do iswatch my catsand mycouragereturns
Belane, are you nuts?”Who knows? Insanity is comparative. Who sets the norm?
sometimes when everything seems atits worstwhen all conspiresand gnawsand the hours, days, weeksyearsseem wasted – stretched there upon my bedin the darklooking upward at the ceilingi get what many will consider anobnoxious thought:it’s still nice...
it does seemthe more we drinkthe better the wordsgo.
my beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.
There’s no way I can stop writing, it’s a form of insanity.
There is always somebody about to ruin your day, if not your life.
darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our days are marked withunexpectedaffronts – somedisastrous, othersless sobut the process iswearing andcontinuous.attrition rules.most givewayleavingempty spaceswhere people shouldbe.and nowas we ready to self-destructthere is...