Hell
is the worst thing
you can imagine
Be grateful for
all of this,
all of this
Don’t
insist
on lust
*
The somnolent
sadness in
cool jazz
Meditate
not on the object
but on your being
Calling
that beer
mulchspit
*
Actors:
masters at faking
being natural
Television tricks you
into believing the world
is more real than it is
If what they want’s
alright
help them get it
*
How I explain
my loneliness
to myself
Blurred
by going
too fast
Music helps me
become more
who I am
*
“And even if you are right
you’re not right for the reasons
you say you are!”
Nobody’s
special; every
body’s special
Standing
on trains
is my therapy
*
Sad and glad
to remember I’m
a space alien
This man looks
like an actor’s version
of himself
It’s always
the end
of the world
*
What have you done
for your third eye
lately?
Fantasies
slowly
exhausting themselves
He sounds like
the best part of him
is asleep!
*
Gaging a woman’s
psyche by the height
of her heels
Seeing the mess
without corrective
propaganda
There’s part of me
that’s ahead
of me
*
Joy
makes you
juicy!
.
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