that is another man’s suicide if i kill myself there will be hookers

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

going out for Golden Gloves when i was a teenager i trained as hard as anyone paid close attention to the scienc… my coach

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

“An unexamined life is not worth l… —Socrates “Suicide’s an alternative.” —Mike Muir humanity is the unwiped

the best shelf in town bartenders driving the drunks home

i would be excited to hold it tickle its little belly and watch it laugh if it cried i would search enthusiastically

elusive needle hides from him in a haystack like looking for home

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

we wait under a black umbrella beneath the branches of a silhouet… for clouds to be chased away by th… snarling jaws of light

a man can be no more ready for Feb… than he is for his own death bringing in the second wave of win… icy flakes whipping in the wind relentlessly low temperature

when you’re going down the momentum is compelling to the point it almost overwhelms you at the bottom

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…

desert town of fools born of sand and rainmakers devoted to thirst