pain is absurd because it exists, nothing more.

Death is nothing, brother, it's life that's hard

Figuring the average poet starts at 16, I am 23.

Drink from the well of yourself and begin again.

You can do without a woman but not a typewriter.

It’s when you hide things that you choke on them.

Writers are nothing but beggars with a good line.

We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!

Don't wait for the good woman. She doesn't exist.

If you can hit a guy once, you can hit him twice.

Well, we lost it, and that’s all there is to that.

Something that never happens anywhere at any time.

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

and love is a word used too much and much too soon.

I am a series of small victories and large defeats.

Dying in a a war never stopped wars from happening.

That's the way it ends. The thin edge of the wedge.

how can you be true and kind at the same time? how?

Death is not the problem; waiting around for it is.

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive.

we sat there smoking cigarettes at 5 in the morning.

and the color in my eyes has gone back into the sea.

Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.

Sex can sometimes become the most horrible of tasks.

I can almost understand why people leap from bridges.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out.

Finally there is nothing here for death to take away.

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

‎"she’ mad but she’ magic. there’ no lie in her fire.

If you have the ability to love, love yourself first.

We are hardly ever as strong as that which we create.

The free soul is rare, but you know it when you see it

Almost everybody is born a genius and buried an idiot.

You can steal my women but don't play with my whiskey.

Goodness can be found sometimes in the middle of hell.

I had no feeling for the things so many others needed.

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving

The human body is mostly blood and mystery and sadness.

My part of the game is that I must live the best I can.

people run from rain but sit in bathtubs full of water.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

An early taste of death is not necessarily a bad thing.

Well, the rain had stopped but the pain was still there.

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it al is

I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.

I was only photographing in words the reality of it all.

there's no clarity. there was never meant to be clarity.

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