Sometimes the sky is orange, sometimes it takes a purplish hue— mountains for contrast their dimen… and the light pervades twixt our c… and the light washes down mine fac…

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,

This day, there is no ONE to beat your fist… No party, no tyrant, not even a faction—

To be a ghost is to always be aghast— To not know which direction

Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,

I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,

Nothing is all I ever wanted, now I’ve got it all! Careful! Lest I become a braggart… From nowhere it’s a hard fall.

Ten days secluded now, improper and unshaven inside a black and gold hole, dope den of sultry sound and opiate mood.

Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now

Formulate an agenda Make friends. Label enemies. Identify beliefs. Re-examine.

One of God’s tricks is, similar to Michael Jordan, It sinks a three-pointer with 1.2 seconds left on the clock,