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some men never die and some men never live but we’re all alive tonight.
the impossibility of being human all too human this breathing in and out out and in these punks these cowards these champions these mad dogs of glory moving this little bit of light toward us impossibly.
trashcan lives
no help for that
she likes that and I like it too because to make a thing true all you’ve got to do is believe.
outside, the traffic runs up and down, down and up, going nowhere.
another casualty
driving test
cornered
darkness
termites of the page
let them have the stage so long as I need not be in the audience.
it was one of those times where nothing was lost because nothing had ever been found
January
it’s been some rough trip. it could be worse. it could be worse than NOTHING.
or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane.
coffee. give us more of that NOTHING coffee.
well, that’s just the way it is…
“nothing matters and we know nothing matters and that matters…”
I found the best thing I could do was just to type away at my own work and let the dying die as they always have.
my first affair with that older woman
and I realized that her life her feelings for things had been ruined
defeat can strengthen just as victory can weaken,
the courage it took to get out of bed each morning to face the same things over and over was enormous.
most of the people in the world could care less and I often feel the same way.
he smelled of death and darkness but he kept moving forward down the middle of the street as if he had been walking for miles
my vanishing act
I’ve got to do something about all this… it seems like it never stops.
each man’s hell is in a different place: mine is just up and behind my ruined face.
I look into myself and find perfect emptiness.
I’m going to walk down the stairway now what a sight: an empty man being careful not to trip and bang his empty head.
putrefaction
I’ll take it…
Fame is the last whore, all the others are gone.
now Death is a plant growing in my mind
starting fast
drive through hell
humanity on the move, most of them coming from some place they hated and going to another they hate just as much or more.
the living have choked the heart away.
agony sometimes changes form but it never ceases for anybody.
no matter how seemingly useless and stupid and once great thoughts often with time become useless and stupid.
shoes
the finest of the breed
when a man is living many claim relationships that are hardly so and after he dies, well, then it’s everybody’s party.
or if he knew one or if he knew both it was a shameful waste of madhouse time.
the price of creation is never too high. the price of living with other people always is.
friends within the darkness
sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.
true
that last bright sunshine we warmed ourselves in it shutting away everything else while the universe opened its mouth in an attempt to swallow us all.
