Because any guilt the sizeof a speck of dust, or shame,can crush even the best of men,in mountains of weight

Too many codeine pills,Too many nights of cold chillsToo many weak-handed dealsToo many lives, the addict steals

I can remember whendelusions of grandeur entailed wanting tobe a rock star, movie star,a millionaire; to make itas a writer—now it seems that it’sto want to earn adecent living

I pawned the remote to my misery,trading it in for liquor that was cheap;screwdrivers for my vitamin c,and a little bloodstream to my IV,helping to soothe my lunacy

And somewhereout there,in the river ofaddicts, alcoholics,wife beaters,doormats,overeducated legalized thieves,fascist police,and bitter rivalries—someone told meit’s a good city,and I don’t knowwhat’s more frightening

I’m the new age miner,going to work at the company’sgold mines, where they charge mefor the pick axe

When I think about the past and how blind I was in that life, I compare it to being a god and losing everything when being cast out. I had the unlimited power to destroy...

I cannot tell you what is right or wrong, only what I think is right or wrong. If you believe that half were true, then half were true. If you believe that all of it...

They’ve gone to bewith Jesus now”But we won’t talkabout how theycrucified Him, too

I’m in love with my corporate girlfriend,with the Cyclops heart

I used to fear things like not having enough alcohol and drugs, or the money to get them. Now I fear someone holding me down and physically forcing me to take drugs and drink alcohol....

When Pisces go to war, there’s never a shortage of broken hearts.

When I am laid in earth.” A moment so pure you feel like you’re dreaming and begin to question your own mortality that could be capable of and rival such innocent beauty.

What simple andordinary lives we live,underneath the shadowsof projection screenartists

Love, is a Bloody Razor BladeLove came like fire from aboveand disappeared like a wet dream,underneath a leaky kitchen sinkFor weeks it went drip, drip, drip…until it could be, eventually fixedIt took a long time...

America—where we hate our fathers, love our mothers, andeveryone is hung up on tryingto be a man