And then there’s the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can’t touch, or at lips that don’t smile at me. Or hips that don’t reach for me. And hearts that don’t beat for...

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

Lovers are the coolest their hearts beat the best & they kiss magic as hell

The stubbornness I had as a child has been transmitted into perseverance. I can let go but I don’t give up. I don’t beat myself up about negative things.

Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy

Why does that kid think so highly of himself?””Kids that think they’re so smart.They’re everywhere! Destroy is self-esteem!””Yes…I really do think highly of myself.People like me should get a taste of the ups and downs...

I have found a way to beat myselfI win by losing, something like thatI’m told that I’m stupidSo ok, I’ll be stupidIf I can’t register the painThen it’s not thereI’m not so stupid after allI’ll...

They’ve got to deliver twenty-six episodes a season and they’re not going to beat their heads up against a wall if they feel something didn’t, like, pan out the way they had hoped.

If I had a soul I sold itfor pretty wordsIf I had a body I usedit up spurting my essenceAllen Ginsberg warns youdont follow my pathto extinction

Like seasonless fowl we migrate…from East Coast to West Coastand back and forth again,for a job,for a friend,for a change,for a kick.

A poet is a blind optimist.The world is against him formany reasons. But thepoet persists. He believesthat he is on the right track,no matter what any of his fellow men say. In hiseternal search for...

It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.

I have relentlessly beat the drum for Google’s ‘two-step’ authentication systems for Gmail and other services, which radically reduce the likelihood that your account can be hacked from afar.

If a man can beat you, walk him.

Sammy and I got together and it was like we hadn’t missed a beat.

…love is by definition freeand if he choose to gowhen I would have him stayperhaps I’ll die a bitbut I’d rather sothan taste his absent minded kissand lie uneasy in a masked embrace