But we proliferated back

In order to be a catalyst for catharsis — which is just a fancy way of saying agent of change — you have to be willing to condition yourself into something partially inhuman. Only something on the very outskirts of humanity…

You're riding on the edge The edge of life and death Popping pills Shooting thrills Snorting coke and meth Running fast from it all Heading for a fall Needle in your arm What do you care Who does it harm Looks change at will With each and every pill …

The next thing we knew, the KGB started tailing us everywhere we went. They must have heard about Lenin’s Paintings, was all we could figure. Because, what if they were real? That night we went out to a pizza place where we saw the worst graffiti in t

My grandfather was ninety three. My mother was sixty three. I was thirty three. My daughter had just turned three. Our ages were all lined up like the beauty marks on Snow White in the Donald Barthelme version of the story.

...society has tampered with its denotation so much that it is almost incomprehensible without context.

As I gripped the wheel and stared at the expanse above my head, my compass spun wildly. Something wasn't quite right

Atlanta, 1990The night we almost died,crushed at a one-hit wonder concert,comes back to mewhen the club announces it's closing.An ancient excelsior millturned industrial dance hall,I spent three years mapping every dark corner, finding secret places for sex and…

Can we ever truly know reality? I don’t think so. But fly in comfort my friend. Lean back and enjoy the thrust of those engines.

there is a tunnel / between your skin and the ground / for kisses to crawl

His nervous cackle makes me sick - Oh, if only - Times were different - That knife - Would fit so nicely in his back

there's looks between the covers and shotguns in the drawer

was beaten in the back of the brig.

Every day, a fresh new/ strain of Hell reveals itself

“We could dooble date,” he said.