I'd rather go drinking
than play the guitar
Yes keeps falling out of my mouth
Sometimes I hate having to go through the multiverse just to talk to you. Finding the right moment folded in unlimited space to hold your hand. It's enough to drive anyone here crazy with frustration. But I do want to do it. It's like waiting…
I wonder if she is my real mother, if I could get one of those paternity tests and find out if she’s my real mother and if the guy she told me was my father was really my father. I can’t remember him very well, just a lot of him screaming and hollering an
At my daughter's wake Mr. Aleford, her teacher, poked out his pointy nose, sniffing my cologne. How could I be plastered with this, at a time like this? Well, dear Sir, Two reasons. One, to hide the booze. And two, because my wife and I had made feverish love that…
I spend my time sitting on the back step—poison oak reddening my arm—under the eaves, waiting to escape.
No American ghosts are friendly. I hate to be the one to break the news to you, amigo. American ghosts speak in blood and smoke signals and guttural cries. American ghosts MEOW.
Their breathing could not now be heard: / they'd washt and talkt before they got to bed, / they only waited now to hear.
I didn't arrive at the Wicked Spoon every night in the same mood. Some nights I would arrive under the spell of a generous emptiness, what I like to call the euphoria of futility. Not exactly a state of bliss, but a dazed detachment in which everything is so pointlessly…
The door was locked. Han Solo couldn't believe it. After they'd come all this way! …
This is what I am saying now.
Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible?
Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!