…you’re either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.

We try so hard to hide everything we’re really feeling from those who probably need to know our true feelings the most. People try to bottle up their emotions, as if it’s somehow wrong to...

Life will hack off your head and shit down your neck every chance it gets. I’ve found that consuming drugs and booze, listening to music and always having an excuse in the best way to...

Think champagne, drink champagne!

So you mean to tell me you won’t fuck anyone you don’t share some kind of deep emotional connection with? What a sad, depressing, truly horrible life you must lead…

I have liquid lips, and my kisses are smooth as wine. Why pour you a glass when you can drink from the bottle?

An empty bottle of Jack is almost just as beautiful as a new and unopened bottle…in the same sense as looking down at muddied feet, and looking back the way you came. The journey you’ve...

My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn’t need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.

I have six-year-old fans that weren’t even around for ‘Genie in a Bottle’ or even ‘Fighter.’

Love is something to be treated with awe. Or should it be aww? People don’t know my capacity for love. If you tried to bottle it up, I’m sure it would take at least three...

I wish I could bottle up my penis and sell it at a garage sale. But first I need to get a garage.

The door is crackedWe used to meetlike water does landnonot thatmore like when skin touches skinkissing fingertipsor when air escapes a lung and is felt across the worldI’ve leapt over cracks in sidewalksand swallowed away...

If you ever felt alone, come to my cottage and drink the whole bottle; it is not so bad to be abnormal for a while.

Reaction timeTouch the underside of a penny you find on the streetDoesn’t feel any different unless you close your eyesI can taste the copper in my mouth nowseeping from between my teethThere’s an explanation I’m...

All you need, you think, is a breather, a few minutes standing up at the bar like in the old days, having a harmless bottle of beer. Only the bottle of beer isn’t harmless; it’s...

I never had a childhood. Not like the rest of them anyway. I had a starting point from which I have never stopped running.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can’t remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

Being crazy, for the rest of us, is a form of sanity.

If you put a clock in a bottle, with time it will crack,as like money, as like love, as like a beautiful mind, empty of a soul.

Let me ask you this: How many days do you have left, if any, in the life you promised for yourself yesterday?

The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.