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The most renewable resource is boredom and the most limited is time, so: waste away well. * What are the whites of America afraid of in ceasing to be a majority? Is there a history of mistreating minorities? Is there systematic pain and injustice? Is there inequity? Is there a country built on the blood of … Continue reading
I smoke to see my breath at its best and to know that I am alive, at least for a while. Sure, a shorter while if I didn’t huff and puff but that’s the sacrifice of knowledge outside of paradise. * Hold nothing against me for I do not hold myself against you – I … Continue reading
The bus cradles me to sleep while the city yawns awake to rain that drowns the living and the dead with tongues that are never quiet hydrated and mouths that are never quiet full, but always stinking and always completely empty even with other people drizzling in and out like the bus that stops until I … Continue reading
I am convinced that there is nothing in this world like love, except for when love is torn away, ends, is no more, and will be no more for there is nothing in this world like love. * To watch the news is to learn what it is to feel old and helpless. * I … Continue reading
The problem with woman is that they take you away from art and the problem with art is that it takes you away from woman and the problem with both is that if done right, they are objects that feed each other like a snake biting its own tail because it’s addicted to the hallucination … Continue reading
If only there were classes on how to be lonely, classes where we’d sit by ourselves in a room with a small desk that only one elbow can rest on and a chair that teeters on one leg and where we cannot see the walls, only the frame of a ceiling with single lights dangling … Continue reading
Every day in summer you will see the most beautiful girl steeped in sunlight, and every day she won’t see you. * People look down on drunks but drunks only look down on people like themselves, the miserable, thirsty fuckers who want more company who want more drinks which brings more company and more drinks … Continue reading
Earth’s a cemetery while humans live. Let them both rip each other apart. * Write me down in poems for I wish each line of me to comprise its own being, each pause to be reflective, each space to be an empty wholeness, each moment to be distilled and complete even if I am only … Continue reading
Two times in your life you will write a lot: when you have nothing to say and when you have, and have, and have, but say nothing. * I had a dream that I did not need to dream anymore but then I woke up and could not remember where I was or how I … Continue reading
I got a real lively friend who is now dead because he swallowed some vomit while trying to leave some words behind. * Most chatter is boring small talk with big words that to save the world would mean salvaging the conversations about cars and stocks and finances and work and people who have cars, … Continue reading
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