I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.
If I bet on humanity, I’d never cash a ticket.
Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can’t break out of the movie. And it’s a bad one.
I’ve never met another man I’d rather be.
To create art means to be crazy alone forever.
Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers.
No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.
Sometimes I get too exhausted to even feel bad.
The shortest distance between two points is often unbearable.
So, that’s what they wanted: lies. Beautiful lies. That’s what they needed. People were fools. It was going to be easy for me.
I don’t remember going to bed, but in the morning, there I was.
Our disappointment sits between us.
I am a series of small victories and large defeats.
I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love, and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.
Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink.
Bad poetry is caused by people who sit down and think, Now I am going to write a Poem.
And don’t forget: time is meant to be wasted, love fails and death is useless.
There are only two things wrong with money: too much or too little.
People empty me. I have to get away to refill.