Christ, I need a drink. I know my liver is toast and drinking is a death sentence. I know all this. But I cannot think of an elixir that takes me down from the dark place and force-feed...

is stretched across the sky dove white against stark blue. down here people move around. they are busy and do not look

sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass

It was the liver and the lungs. He had no idea how long the mundane and predictable episode would last…

The musician hated fame, the thought of it made him sick. Bob Dylan wanted to cut

As the end draws closer with its thin dim light things begin to disappear. I have sections of my brain hijack…

Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.

this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take

It was Andrei Tarkovsky who said the artist feeds on his childhood his entire life.

I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,

Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…

her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station

near the end Dashiell Hammett was a hermit, his house was a mess, falling apart, and Lillian Hellma… had to take care of him.

nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt

In school they taught us things not compatible with the real world. It is said