--YOU’RE LIKE
THAT CIGARETTE, THAT SHOT OF 100 PROOF…
...Nine times
out of ten there’s a look of recognition that will answer the question for you.
…The only
person you can make say “Yes” is you.
…I don’t always
know what I’m doing here.
…I keep getting
it wrong.
…It’s raining
today even though there’s not a cloud in the sky.
…Sometimes the
person to fear the most is the one you used to trust most.
…When I was
young I was quite naïve. Once, around
age seven or so, when it was nearing the end of December, my brother told me a
burglar broke into the North Pole, that Santa heard some noise in the giant
shed where he kept his toys, and after he turned on the light, the burglar
stabbed and killed him. I was
heart-broken. “That means no more
presents for you or anyone,” my brother said.
I went to school and asked my classmates if they’d heard about Santa
being murdered. Turned out I was the
only kid that age who still believed in Santa.
Turned out I was teased and ostracized the rest of grade school.
…Sometimes you
just have to ask questions.
…If you’re
lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.
…You either go
through metamorphosis or you calcify.
…Sex is an itch
you just scratch, but love is the itch so far down that you can’t even reach it
with your own hand.
…Butterflies
and tsunamis; they’re both nature.
…Smolder is a
pretty great word.
…Coagulate is a
word that sounds like what it is. (I
think there’s a name for that.)
…Nothing seems
to make much sense. It’s all just Greek
to me.
…Maybe I don’t
want to know the reason why.
…You only give
up your power when you think you don’t have any.
…Flowers are
wonderful. Really fucking wonderful. Hopeful, too.
…Keep your head
down and you’ll be fine. That’s what
they say anyway.
…Who is “They”?
…Even if you
don’t think it, don’t feel it, it’s probably a good idea to breathe.
…Someone told
me they’re burning me tomorrow. I hope
they were joking.
…I get sloppy
when the Cab does its work.
…That’s not me talking;
it’s just water in the air pipe.
…There are
hardly any trees anymore. No
oxygen. No air.
…If I die
tonight there will be a million things I never said.
…I’m feeling a
little threadbare, but at least it’s quiet here.
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