there was something familiar yet somehow unexpected and all around out of his control about it. Not in a drug induced way, but more of a spiritual way. Like destiny unfolding inside of the plumes of cigarette smoke haunting the room. making their way up to the ceilings where they lingered and paused for a while to find their way through the pores ( Read more... )

sometimes he would say to himself "You damned fool! you coulda had it all! The cars, the girl. Those ones you really wanted! The only thing holdin' yerself back was your goddamned sense of security residin' over yer sense of responsibility to reckless rebellion ( Read more... )

when the man talks about life he speaks about it like there ain't nothing wrong with dying'. he babbles on in my ear telling me that I should do this and that and never worry about what happens when you get old and think about what you could have had. he tells me not to worry about the short one. the dreams of half coherent uncomprimised dreams. i ( Read more... )

the house did trip down the suckled cells of dreams once made ( Read more... )

I believed in difference ( Read more... )

that's right Belial ( Read more... )

here i lay ( Read more... )

drugged and drunk I walk I stumble I fall ( Read more... )

if i was told i'd live forever...smoke forever, drink all day ( Read more... )