Wednesday, September 10, 2014. Eyes lit once at a prospect of love,. Now I sit wondering, wither hope? Rubbed out of purity, like a dove. I flew in peace once, smoking dope. Now the dealers are dead, deaf. Friends only hear half a cry. In a night this toxic, what is left. Shave the skin off my bones, brew. Soup for the stateless misfits. As I search again for you, for new. Eyeballs to plug into old eye slits. A Reluctant Fragrance Pushing Redundant Winds.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010. Be less of a bleeding heart liberal and more of a stabbing heart revolutionary. Drink more frequently and pay less money for it. Acquire attractive weapons; shoot television sets in the forest. Vomit more frequently; also, vomit eye out once more- that shit looked tough as hell. Sell most possessions in order to be more frequently possessed by Dionysus. Become more of a fag and also more of a greaser.