"I was of the opinion that the past is past, and like all that is not now it should remain buried along the side of our memories."

"Like you've got piano keys for teeth. Talk like Liberace's hands touch. A# dresser. The kind of person I'd rather F than C. Achordingly (more like music and less like math)."

"I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy love's gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built stars
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowning train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
skeletons." - Richard

i spent the night delving into your stash of jim beam,
you spent the evening in a drug-like comatose with no one beside you to wish for better.

where did it start and where did it end?