I am like a heroin addict
In my longing for a sublime state,
For that ground of Conscious Nothing,
Where the Rose ever
Blooms.
Oh, the Friend
Has done me a great favor
and has so thoroughly ruined my life,
What else would you expect
Seeing God would do!
“The Quintessence of Loneliness”
to live & die in l.a.
let’s let each other down.
home, an ever-fading concept.
she’s gotta have it. can’t remember who we’d be.
Iraq is burning. Cultural distance, it’ll kill everything.
if it makes you less sad, we’ll start talking again
frank the butcher.
